This is the first of a new regular weekly post – Teaser Tuesday.
This week’s #teasertuesday is from Shades of Sepia, book 1 of The Sleepless City series I wrote with Elizabeth Noble.
Simon’s key in the door was greeted by silence, although he knew the other occupants of the castle would have heard it quite clearly. Just as they heard everything else that went on, even if they were too polite to mention it. Acute hearing had its disadvantages, but it was worth putting up with for the edge it provided.
Even if Forge did insist in playing that noise he called music far too loudly at times.
Muffled voices wafted through the heavy wooden door at the bottom of the stairs. Simon cocked his head for a moment, listening to snatches of conversation, his interest piqued. He removed his coat and scarf and hung them carefully on the coat stand by the front door before making his way into the kitchen they shared.
He swallowed, tasting saliva, and opened the fridge to study its contents. He’d eaten dinner before leaving the university, although he hadn’t needed to. Human food, while enjoyable, didn’t do much to satisfy him, especially when the steak was well cooked. He’d lost track of how many times he’d ordered it very rare, and doubted any comments about how the best part of it was the blood dripping onto his plate would be well received. Juliet, the teaching assistant the university insisted he needed, had for some reason decided it was part of her job description to ensure he ate properly.
It was annoying in some ways, but she meant well and stopped nagging him if he gave in, so for the most part, he made sure to eat at least some of his meals where she’d see him. He wasn’t about to tell her that “feeding him up” was not going to make him put on weight, or give him the nourishment he required.
Something flecked in a mix of gray and red stared back at him from the fridge. Simon startled for a moment before peering at it more closely. Yes, those were definitely eyes. Was that fur? No, it was mold growing underneath the plastic wrap. Not for the first time, Simon was tempted to just buy Lucas a fridge of his very own and have it delivered to the top floor. His last polite suggestion had earned a confused look from Lucas. His experiments were well wrapped and not doing anyone any harm, he’d said, and this way he’d remember to keep an eye on them and chart their progress.
“One of the joys of living with the city medical examiner,” Simon muttered under his breath.
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