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You can basically follow me building my books, struggling with my characters and putting them through hardship.
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Slow day today, and I like that. Read a book, cooked a meal, chatted with my sister and wrote almost 600 words for the Vampires.
Right now, Leander is on his next job, trying to catch a thief. He has no time for a strange, cold something in a hidden corner. Nasty, nasty thing...
Have some fun:
The door opened, silently, but Leander saw the reflection of a light outside in the glass. It closed just as quietly, with the slightest sound of rustling clothes.
This person knew how to sneak.
Obviously not an amateur.
Leander knew better than to hold his breath. Instead, he breathed carefully, filling his body with the oxygen heβd need for the impending fight. The person moved through the store, softly enough, clearly familiar with the premises. The thief slipped through the door to the back, where the jewelers worked. Leander followed.
So far, the intruder had not done anything illegal. He had a key, he had not broken anything, not taken anything out of the store that would constitute a theft.
Which meant that Leander had to wait.