Selena Renli is a rather insecure teenager, trying to weave her way in and out of daily life. She finds herself confronted with an unfortunate, not so uncommon occurrence, and decides to deal with it herself. The law takes an interest in the incident, though she has no intentions of stepping forward. Yet.
Instead, she uses the incident as an opportunity to get back at a couple of people by means of framing. How long can she keep it up, and will there be anyone left to protect her if or when she gets caught?
Darkness shrouded a young feminine figure as she moved elegantly from one street light to the next. Under each scan of light against flesh, glimpses of smooth, pale skin clothed with a mid-length silk white dress drew the most attention, often blending with her long, cotton white hair. Her crystalized blue eyes focused on the book she held open with one hand.
That attention was soon drawn from the book to the sound of an echoed male voice, "Hey, Selena. Where you been?"
The eyes focused on a half-destroyed stone structure against which a young male leaned. A single hazel iris was her next focus point, her ice blue lips parting to provide a calm, melodic response, "Hello, Samuel."
Samuel clicked his tongue. "Talkative as always, I see."
"Do you have something intelligent to say?" Selena cocked her head with curiosity. "Or are you simply going to say the same thing you have said for the last four months?"
Pushing himself from the debris-covered wall, Samuel smiled, brushing his sleeves. He walked toward her. "Actually, I wanted to know what you're reading there."
"I was not reading anything." As she stepped forward to walk away, her sights moved to the golden spiked hair on his head. "If you will excuse me, Samuel."
Gripping her arm firmly, Samuel pulled her toward him. "Now, now, you don't really want to leave already, do you?"
Peering into his eyes, she responded calmly, "If you have something to say, I will stay. If, as I suspect, you do not, I must be going."
Samuel grinned, exploring her figure with a tightened hand on her arm. "And if I won't let you leave?"
Maintaining her calm demeanor, Selena closed the book and held it against herself. "I do not recall requesting your permission."
With a sharp tug, he pulled her toward the half-destroyed building, slamming her against the wall in a long corridor, forcing her to drop the book. Her irises began to glow for an instant, providing illumination of the otherwise unlit hall. The glow faded as quickly as it arrived.
Samuel pinned one of her wrists to the wall, whispering with amusement, "Nowhere to run this time, little girl."
Reaching toward his face slowly with her free hand, she placed long nails which matched her lips in color against his cheek, brushing against his skin. Leaning forward, a whisper provided an almost hypnotic tone, "Who ever said I would try to run?"
Paused by partial shock from the unexpected, calm words, Samuel leaned into her nails, examining her expression, which soon displayed a softened smile. The nails traced repeatedly along his jaw and neck in a petting motion.
Swiftly moving her nails from his cheek, down the neck, to his chest, a sigh escaped him as his eyes grew heavy. He leaned against her reliantly, fading to sleep.
Wrapping an arm around him, she turned around, placing him against the wall she'd been pinned to, easing him to the ground.
Picking the book up from the floor of the debris-covered building, Selena planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Walking away, she opened the book, flipping through the pages once more.
Having read it, I found it to be a gripping read with an ethereal, otherworldly quality. The author's portrayal of the unsmiling Selena is intriguing and subtly disturbing, and I found myself moving through the book at speed to discover what motivates her. Miles' voice seems to me unique, and quite striking. If you're looking for something different, I urge you to give this a go! You won't regret it.
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