It Was Written In Blood
Excerpt
Scars paint my pale body. They’ve faded to a shimmery white now, but when I look at each one of them, the memory of how they’d been acquired feels as sharp as if it had happened yesterday. It hadn’t of course. The wounds have long since healed, the marks on my fair skin nearly invisible to most, but the flesh is textured still. The sting of the wounds still ever-present in my conscious, a constant warning of what could happen if I was to ever let my guard down.
I pull my shirt straight. Black, tight material itchy and uncomfortable but it’s the standard issue for elite guards of the Norreno family.
A knock sounds on the wooden door of the small room I’ve been given to change in.
“Ready?” A thick voice calls from the other side of the door.
“Just a minute,” I call back as I hurriedly finish dressing. I take a steep inhale. I’d spent the last two years serving in a tavern, earning a modest amount. That wouldn’t cut it anymore. What the Norreno family was going to pay me would triple what I was able to make at the tavern. It required longer shifts, and an equally undesirable uniform, but it would be worth it if it helped me pay for passage to Daleny.
