Scythe of Darkness
Author: Dawn Husted
Genre: YA Urban Fantasy
Release Day: June 13, 2017
Pre-order Day: April 17,2017
Mia finds herself lured by the mysterious new student with two-toned eyes. Determined to find out who Thanatos is, what he is, and why he seems so interested in her, she accompanies him to his home where a sinister world awaits.
Discovering the truth, a supernatural connection that intertwines with her past, Mia’s life is at risk—and she doesn’t know who to trust.
Excerpt from Chapter Three:
As of a few days ago, Trip was the only guy I thought of. I’d never even heard of Thanatos. Why had I longed to find the glove-wearing, blond-haired stranger? Heck if I knew. There was something about him that attracted all of me to him. And at the water tower, I could’ve sworn he looked directly at me. But now an inkling of doubt crept in, contradicting the fallacious thoughts stewing around my brain. I didn’t know
what to think or how to feel, but I did know I didn’t much like him right now, in this moment. Yet there he was.
Since he’d kicked my backpack earlier, I decided not to give him my perfectly undivided attention. I could pretend I didn’t notice him just as he did me in class. I straightened my shoulders, ignoring the fervent race in my chest.
With a quick look at my locker, I yanked open the door again. I hid my smirk as the boots backed up a step, right before I shrugged my neon purple backpack off and dropped it on his toes.
I didn’t really need anything. I stuck my hand inside my locker, pretending to search for something—anything.
Out the corner of my eye, his gloved hand reached down and a single finger grabbed the loop at the top of my backpack, raising it from the glossy floor.
I let out an exaggerated sigh and squared my shoulders at him. “What’s your problem?” I crossed my arms in my best huff.
His two-toned eyes bore into mine, and the tingly feeling of dragonflies began to flutter in my stomach, but they weren’t painful. This time it was as if they were stretching, pulling me closer to him. Like he was a magnet, and I was in the dangerous zone of being sucked toward him. A familiarity washed over me and the strange, inexplicable feelings rushed back as if they had never left. He leaned his shoulder against the row of lockers, and said, “I saw your notes from chemistry. Sort of hoping I could borrow them.”
His gaze didn’t falter, and I shook my head out of the entrancement.
“My chem notes? Are you some type of strange creep snooping through my things?” As much as I wanted to be weirded out by his eerie prying, I wasn’t. That in of itself was weird.
Two thin, ochre-colored lines poked above his plaid collar, the bulk of a branded mark hidden beneath his shirt on his chest. I could tell it was a brand, rather than a tattoo, from the slightly raised edges.
Unsure exactly why, the little voice in the back of my head compelled me to touch his neck.
In this moment, touching him was a necessity. I stuck my hand out quickly before he had a chance to protest or I had a chance to think. My soft fingers kissed his warm neck.
A dark sinister awareness shot to the very center of my soul. All dreamy, enamored thoughts faded away.
Immediately, Thanatos stumbled backwards, severing contact—and I nearly toppled to the floor. The reassuring noise of the hallway blanketed around me as an embarrassing reality set in: I had just touched him.
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