Sometimes people warn us about who they are, yet we choose to ignore it. Read this sample from my novel to see how shocking the truth can really be…
“You don’t have a choice in the matter,” he said gravely.
Then his entire countenance transformed. His jaw began to open, popping at the hinges, a cracking sound as his bones moved, his features becoming increasingly grotesque, manipulated by dramatic change within. His teeth were elongated, lengthened, but more than just the canines – it was all of them.
His eyes turned solid black, and I felt myself fall into their bottomless pits of darkness. Shark eyes. A tail emerged from behind him, its end littered with small diamond spikes. His spine stretched, adding length to his frame but not width, pasty white skin showing where his shirt could no longer cover his abdomen. He growled, low and guttural, in his throat.
He was half-demon after all.
“Oh, I see,” I mumbled.
“Do you, girl?” he snarled, the words garbled by the additional teeth in his now oversized mouth. “Do you see why you will give me what I want?”
“Yup. You betcha.”
He gnashed his teeth and smiled freakishly, a shark baring its teeth. Gripping my blanket tighter, I heard a snap, and his tail lashed through the air, striking the cage bars. I instinctively flung myself further back inside the cage. He chuckled, and it was a harsh-sounding noise.
“Good, girl. You’re right to fear me.”