Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who likes to writes. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil, another 10 sentences picking up right where last week’s left off.
“He informed both me and Icarus,” Bull said from behind me. “And we informed the others who needed to know.”
Meaning I wasn’t one of them. Of course I wasn’t. Why should I be any more important to them than I’d been to my own family? Just because I thought that was the case didn’t mean it was so. I didn’t look away from Hawk, though. And I was sure he could read all my thoughts right there in my eyes.
Hell. Maybe he could.
So, what is going on? Why wasn’t Devil told? You should have that question answered next week.