I've been working on the Possession revision slowly but surely. I got a lot done this weekend, but yesterday? I rearranged two paragraphs and wrote enough fresh material to fill a teaspoon.
But maybe that's for the better. Maybe taking my time on this revision instead of speeding through it will make the book a million times better. I can hope, right?
And to celebrate my slow but steady progress, I think I'll post a teaser. This was something I wrote over the weekend. It's a completely new scene to the book. A lot is changing. Even Kahne and Ashley feel different, though I'm having a hard time determining whether or not that change is for the better.
Enough talking from me!
**I trimmed it down a bit because it was too lenghty! But I wanted to get all the good bits in there. :)
Kahne grabbed the TV remote, dropped it on the floor and crushed it beneath a heavy leather boot.
“Hey!” Ashley said.
“Watch.”
Within seconds, the plastic hissed and popped letting loose a cloud of thick, black smoke. She wrinkled her nose, expecting the smoke to smell acrid. Instead, it smelled like vanilla and black berries.
“What was that?” she asked.
“A witch spell.”
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”
“You believe I’m a damned spirit possessing your best friend, don’t you? A witch is more believable, I would think.”
Well, when he put it that way…
She changed the subject. “How did you know the remote was spelled?”
He went back to the window, pushing it shut. “The smoke you saw? That was magic. And it smells like a witch in here.”
“Why would a witch spell my remote?”
He double-checked the locks on the window, pushing up on the frame testing its purchase. “I wouldn’t know. I’m not a witch, after all.”
There was something wrong with this situation—her taking the spell and the topic of witches with so little reluctance. If Kahne told her Jesus was real and that the Holy Grail existed, would she believe that too? She just might, because if demons and witches were real, maybe everything else was too.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked suddenly. The question stood in the room between them like some unfitting statue.
Ashley stayed up against the wall farthest from him. “I’m just wondering why you’re here.”
“I came to bring you something.” He nodded at her dresser.
Somehow, she’d missed the small purple box when she first came in the room. Now, she took it in her hands, eyeing Kahne. What if this was another trap?
“Go ahead,” he said. “It’s for your protection.”