This is the final part of the first chapter of my current WIP Treasured. If you haven’t read Part 1 and Part 2, click the links to find them respectively. It is one of the only times a first draft is worth sharing. I hope you enjoy!
Chapter 1 of Treasured: Part 3
POV: Camilla Peterson
“No wonder you looked familiar. I remember you now. You were always tucked away in the history section of the library. And not just any section, but the local history section. You have a thing for local histories?”
I sighed. “Look, you may have seen me once or twice but that doesn’t mean you know me or I am interested in what you’re selling. Goodbye.” I stalked down the steps and on to the sidewalk, setting a brisk pace towards my apartment.
Audric was right next to me in a second, keeping pace. “You know, don’t you?”
My heart gave a stutter and I was lucky I didn’t stumble or change pace. That would have given too much away. I might have already with the catch in my breathing and the stuttering of my heart. He was obviously observant. He was a killer.
Shaking away my nerves, I gave a snort. “Your reputation as a ladies man was the main topic on campus for the past year. Of course, I know. Everyone knew.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it.” His voice wasn’t threatening, just curious. He was fishing. He didn’t know if I knew.
“Then what are you referring to? Because I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His hand shot out and pulled me to a stop with my arm. One of his hands tilted my head up by the chin, forcing me to look into his eyes. They smoldered, showing some of the danger he presented to me. I wanted to run. I wanted to hide. I needed to get away. And yet, I was cemented to the spot with his gaze.
“You may have Jeb fooled with that little trick you did in there, but you cut him off. You knew what he was about to say. You knew he was about to say something that had more truth to it than he realized.” He tilted his head, studying me. “You were protecting him, at the risk of your life,” he said, surprised by the realization. His eyebrows scrunched together. “You confuse me, Cam.”
I stood, frozen by his gaze. It wasn’t dangerous anymore. Merely curious. When his head tilted closer to me and I felt his minty, cool breath brushing against my lips the spell was broken. His lips barely brushed mine as I pulled away, shaking my head.
“No. I’m not going to play this game with you. Kill me if you must, but don’t hurt Jeb. He’s harmless. I have to go.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and hurried down the street, my breath coming out in white clouds of steam, shallow and fast. I looked over my shoulder to see him standing where I left him, looking confused.