I have a surprise for you, dear reader:
A few readers complained that once a week wasn’t going fast enough, especially in the beginning, so I decided to oblige. Schedule permitting, I’ll probably keep throwing out a week like this per month, so keep your eyes peeled.
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Until then, here’s a teaser snippet from the upcoming Chapter 4 – Break-Down:
Cole insisted on picking me up at home; he probably wanted to check out my place, see if it gave any clues as to my truthfulness. He’d be disappointed, because there wasn’t much to find or deduce. I lived like the waitress I was pretending to be.
To his credit, he wasn’t just disappointed. He was shocked.
“This is a hovel,” he said as soon as he stepped inside the tiny, single-room apartment with the kitchen niche and a small, built-in closet.
“This is just temporary,” I defended my quarters. “Until I’ve saved some money and can afford something a little nicer.”
“I smell mold.”
His nose had to be phenomenal. I’d painted over that patch of mold in one of the corners with red paint, pimping the whole room in the process. Red made everything look more vibrant, less sorry. Less hovel-y.
I crossed my arms in front of me. “I wouldn’t say no to a raise, you know. Hunting vampires doesn’t earn me a cent.”
Read the rest of the chapter here on Monday at 5pm CEST. 😉