Friday, November 15, 2013

The Red Sector Chronicles by Krystle Jones Excerpt

The Red Sector Chronicles by Krystle Jones Excerpt 

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I opened the door and flipped on the light. At first, I thought it was the smallest closet ever. Then I looked to my right, and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. The closet ran behind the entire length of the TV wall, lined with racks, cubbies for shoes, and drawers. For the most part, the racks were empty, save for a few pairs of jeans and some plain shirts.

“All this” – I motioned around the room – “is for me?”
Aden nodded. “Yep. If you don’t like the color –”
“It’s amazing. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
Mrs. Knight’s voice floated up the stairs. “Guess I’ll go claim that aspirin,” Aden said. “There are clean towels in the bathroom if you want to shower.” He turned to leave.
“Hey,” I said.
He paused, quirking a brow in that quizzical way of his.
“Sorry I punched you in the face,” I mumbled, shifting my weight.
He tried to grin and then winced, touching his jaw. It was swollen, but I could tell it was already starting to heal. As he looked at me, something in his eyes shifted. “You can make it up to me.”
My brows furrowed.
He walked back, stopping a few inches in front of me. “Go on a date with me.”
I blinked in surprise. That wasn’t what I had expected him to say. “I just punched you in the face, and you want to go out with me?”
“Eh, it’s all relative. The way I see it, it’s not every day I find a girl who can kick my ass. It’s kind of hot.” The non-bruised side of his face lifted into a wry smile.
 I flushed. No one had ever called me “hot” before. My best friends were a bunch of guys, and they treated me like one of the boys. Then again, “hot” wasn’t exactly a compliment in my book. It usually meant “bang-able,” not exactly something a respectable girl wanted to be called.
“So what do you think?” he asked softly.
“No.”
“No?”
I firmly shook my head. “No way. Not in your wildest dreams.”
The look on his face said he clearly wasn’t used to being blown off. His eyes held mine as he reached up to cradle my cheek. “Then I guess I’ll have to change your mind.”
I swatted his hand away and turned around before he could see me blush anymore. He chuckled, and I was afraid he’d push the topic, but a few seconds later I heard the door close.
My heart beat wildly. What was the matter with me? This was the guy who ruined my life, so shouldn’t I hate him? I tried to make sense of my feelings.
“All right, sure,” I said to myself, pacing. “You’re attracted to him. It’s perfectly natural. He’s handsome, he’s surprisingly sweet, he’s…”
He had been very kind to me, which was the exact opposite of the picture the government and my memories had painted for us. Vampires should be wild, feral creatures whose sole purpose was to prey on humans. But Aden and his mother, Paris, Rook and Angel, this place… they seemed normal, almost human, with the exception of the charming General Frost.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes, more confused than when I’d started.

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