Forever Black was released last Tuesday on my publisher’s website and will soon be on Amazon and other online retailers! In celebration, here’s another tease from the book. Feel free to leave your thoughts as well.
Her retreat lead her to a place she never expected—the edge. She was barely able to stand sideways on the ledge of the building. Her eyes glanced down at the dark alley below. Her world was blurry, her eyes so clouded with tears that she couldn’t see.
The ledge was high, and the promise of an end loomed right below her. She could fall into this black abyss made by her tears, and it would all go away. Her hands gripped the railing behind her tighter. A loud sniffle escaped her nostrils as she struggled to choke down each breath of air.
Her words were thick with tears, choppy and wet, “Dear, sweet death—grant me your promise of sleep. Forever black, forever numbing. Take me in your arms, and clear my head. Blacken these eyes that no longer want to see.” She closed her eyes. “Please, accept me. Take me away from this place. Take me away!”
“A feather as light as you would not make it to the bottom of an abyss.”
She quickly turned to the voice. Her breath quickened as her eyes settled on the Count’s cocky smile. His presence was fitting in this place, his body cloaked in a black suit, and his light hair shining under the lights. The devil had come for her, just as she had asked. Just like in her nightmares.
“I want to die.” She sniffled. “So, leave me be.”
His arms were crossed over his chest. “You want to forget.” He wasn’t making an attempt to pull her away from the edge and seemed to be studying her instead.
“How do you know what I want?”
“How do you know that I do not?” He appeared next to her. His lips rested near her ear as his next words hissed from his lips, “We have been here before, you and I. The ledge, you believe, will let you fly—the wings you think you have inside you coming out and giving you salvation.”
She trembled at his closeness. She could sense his shape, but not feel him.
“Your heart is black, just as mine is. You cannot escape who you are. Fate is like the dark chariot of death—it will come for you, no matter how far you attempt to outrun it.” His words softened, each one feeling like needle pricks against her delicate skin. His lips brushed against her ear as his hands took a firm hold of her shoulders. His fingers dug into her skin and made her sob louder.
“Drake, you said, my soul is like a flower that has wilted under your moonlight. I can die and never be free of the curse your love has placed on my soul. Forever is black with you, like the darkest night without a light. You have drained me of all that is good.”
“I didn’t say that.”
He yanked her hair and halted her words. “Kiss me, you said. Kiss me and blind my eyes from my sins.” He kissed her cheek. “My love, take my kiss, and let me give you the paradise you desire. Let me mold the dark clouds into your dreams. I can give you everything. Love me, and I shall never let the sun rise in your presence. In the night, it shall kneel at your feet, only shedding light when you will it.”
This was a side of him she was only familiar with in her nightmares. This thick, heavy presence that choked her. This was his true form, and he felt like the devil. His voice was velvety, yet accompanied by a prick of sin that made her ears bleed.
Though she was terrified of him, his touch calmed her. It took away all the fight that lined her muscles and made her body numb. He had complete control over her. Her fragile mind was so lost, she couldn’t concentrate. She wanted to jump, but in the arms of the devil, her wings were restrained, and she feared soon cut off completely.
“Sweet, red blood…” His tongue peeked from his parted lips as he admired the coveted skin of her neck. “The taste of it, only heavenly beings like us can savor. Let me make you into what you once were, for with this final bite, you will be as I—forever black—with a soul as dark as the moonless night, and as powerful as the endless sky. I shall make you a god.”
He playfully nipped at her neck. “Take my hand, and I shall make the world bow to you. I will make you forget, and live in a happy bliss that will make every day a paradise.”
“I just want everything to go away.”
“Accept my offer, my queen. Let me take you into the realm of the gods.” His hands slipped around her waist. One of his fists was balled, and Ashleigh felt the hard tip of something brushing against her stomach.
“I want to forget.” Her next words were breathless, and she knew once they were released, she couldn’t take them back, “Make me forget, Drake.”