Time is of the essence in solving the crime. Suspicion, hatred, between vampires and werewolves, runs deep. Having only recently halted their centuries-old war, finding out a vampire was responsible could cause a new conflict to erupt.
A Standalone Crystal Series
In this standalone Crystal Series continuation, we find Tory deep in the mystery of who he is, where he comes from and why he is plagued by visions of a woman he’s never met. But, more and more, he begins to mistrust all he knows. For surely those closest to him have been keeping secrets. As he escapes into the unknown, he rushes to find the woman named Rina. What he discovers will change the course of his life.
Excerpt From Deviated Time
The day Tory’s world spiraled out of control began with a jolt.
His eyes snapped open and his heart pounded in his chest. In one swift motion, he yanked his sheets aside and braced himself on his knees. Fear focused his awareness on determining what woke him. Through sleep crusted eyes, the scan of his bedroom gave no hint. Seconds later, what jarred him awake became clear. Repeated screams came from outside. Only a moment went by before he recognized the shrieks as those of children playing in the park nearby.
A heavy sigh left him as he fell to lie back, draping one arm across his eyes to block out the daylight. The exercise of reclaiming sleep proved useless. Along with the ruckus outdoors, rattling noises came from the room next to his. The sounds of someone being home surprised him. He judged, from the commotion, the hour to be well past mid-morning. A brief peek at the sky confirmed his suspicion.
From the sun’s angle, he read the time to be near noon. Whether to rise, the decision he shelved when he realized what the day held in store. A groan escaped him, and he flipped to his side to face away from the sunlight entering the room. The repositioning made him aware of a dull hammering in his head and a mild discomfort in his belly. The late-night out with friends, partying until the early hours, came rushing back to him.
Most evenings, he and his mates gathered at a local pub, needing no specific reason for a get-together. The night before, a particular event prompted them to overindulge. Melor, his best friend, aced his initiation earlier in the day. The idea to join in the revelry had sounded wonderful. But, considering his suffering, he concluded they had too much fun. The ache in his head got worse the more he berated himself for his lack of judgment. Reluctant to move again, he feared his stomach heaving. To relieve the steady throbbing, he pressed the pillow against the right side of his head where the pain localized. Though the pounding lessened to a degree, the queasiness increased. In stages, the night’s events came back to him.
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