Welcome back to another visit with the Weekend Writing Warriors, the blog hop for anyone who loves to write. I’m still sharing from Dance with the Devil. This is a few paragraphs down from what I shared last week. Medusa is basically the club’s live-in medic. Flint was her husband.
“I’m fine,” I said, but I winced as I shifted on the bed.
“I’d say you’re far from it, Devil. You know, I heard the end of your conversation.”
I had to keep myself from wincing at that, too. What would she read into it? “What about it?”
To my surprise, she smiled at me. “I used to snap at my Flint like that, too, you know? Whenever I was afraid he was getting too close to my raw spots. It never stopped him, either.”
What’s going to happen next? Is Devil going to be fine? Will Devil and Hawk be okay? I’ll have more next week.