Every Sunday I share Six Sentences from one of my books or current WIP
Today it’s from my hot new paranormal book Fang. Cal’s not over the pack politics that killed his brother, and the pack politics are coming for his mother next.
“Don’t you know how to drive?”
“I am a two-thousand-year-old demon,” Ink thundered, his foot pressing on the accelerator to ramp us back from the dropping speed. “Of course I don’t.”
Fuck. I started to slip back in, my plan already falling apart, when Ink waved me on. “But I am capable of learning. Go. Do whatever you must.”