I’ve really struggled to write anything today. I’m just so tired! My total word count is 40,018. I’ve added a whopping six words! Instead here’s a snippet from this week.
She swallowed, taking a step closer to Bright. Her hands shook. Her palms were slick. Carrington felt like a rabbit staring down the barrel of a loaded gun, waiting for the inevitable shot. “What ritual?”
His voice wasn’t even a whisper. “A sacrifice.”
“Sacrifice?” Her voice cracked on the word. Tears clogged Carrington’s throat.
He reached out for her. “I’m so sorry, Carrie. They’ve been planning this forever. You’re the only Harvester I’ve ever heard of.”
Thick, silent tears broke through the barrier of her lashes and streaked down her face. She sniffed, trying to clear her throat. “They’re going to kill me?”
“Carrie–” Bright took another step forward but Carrington retreated by the same measure, jerking away from his outstretched hand.
“Don’t touch me!” She wiped under her nose with the back of her hand, never taking her eyes off Bright. “They’re going to kill me, just so they can can do some stupid magic tricks?”
Bright’s face was stricken. His eyes were glassy and though no tears fell she could hear them in his voice. “It’s not like that. You know the Cordates–”
“There were no Cordates! There was no Umbra! You said they’ve been planning for years…” She wrapped her arms tightly around her ribs, as though she could hold herself together. “How long have you known?” she asked.
Bright stopped. His lips pressed into a tight, bloodless line.
“How long have you known, Bright?” she asked.
He dropped his gaze to the floor. Carrington grabbed the lamp from the side table and threw it at him. Bright only just dodged it, looking behind him to see the glass shatter against the wall.
“I knew you hated me but–”
“I don’t hate you. God, Carrington, you’re the only thing–”
She slumped, the fight draining from her. “Then why?” Her face crumpled as she spoke. Bright didn’t have an answer for her. He tried to move closer but Carrington evaded him again. “Well,” she said. “Thanks for changing your mind about killing me.”
She spun on her heel, running out of the room.