By Angel Martinez
Red Rose Publishing
M/M Fantasy Romance
Excerpt RATING: PG-13
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Sanity is relative and the world has room for more than one truth.
When Diego rescues a naked man from the rail of the
While Diego and Finn struggle to find a way to destroy the wendigo before it can possess Diego or kill nearby innocents, Diego wrestles with his growing passion for Finn. Can they succeed in destroying the monster and in navigating a relationship between a modern man and a centuries-old fairy?
A scratch at the door jerked him from his brooding. He stood in the dark, heart pounding, and listened. There. Another hissing scratch, as of fingernails drawn across the wood. He held his breath and eased towards the door, not certain why he tried to walk so quietly. Probably a raccoon or a few leaves.
He flipped on the houselights, porch, side spot, and garage. A hasty scrabbling followed and the retreat of heavy feet down the front steps. Two feet, not four.
"Finn?" The word escaped as a whisper. But Finn would have said something, wouldn't he? Something terrible must have happened. Hurt and frightened, he might not be able to speak.
Diego's hand trembled on the doorknob. Gripped by unreasoning fear, he stood paralyzed. What if it was someone else? Something else? But, dammit, he couldn't let Finn slip away again.
With a low sound in his throat, he rushed to the fireplace, grabbed the tongs and flung open the door. The porch stood empty. He took a step out. The tongs rattled in his shaky grip. He reached back and eased the door shut behind him.
"Anyone out here?"
The wind whipped in a sudden gust, its voice through the porch columns a bestial moan. Movement caught the edge of his vision and Diego spun to his left towards the garage. A pale, naked figure stood just outside the circle of light, staring up at him. Wild, ebony hair twitched in the wind.
"Dios. Finn." Diego's lungs restarted and he held a hand out at he walked, one careful step at a time, towards the garage. "Stay there, please. Don't move. I'll come to you. What's happened? Are you hurt? Finn? Talk to me..."
He placed the fire tongs on the grass, realizing belatedly how threatening they would look. Finn made no movement towards him or away as he edged closer. The sense of something profoundly wrong escalated with each step. Finn's skin stretched taut across too prominent bones. Dark patches mottled his arms and chest. His eyes, half hidden under his matted hair, stared unblinking from sunken hollows.
Diego stopped out of arms' reach. "Give me something here, Finn. Anything. You're scaring the hell out of me."
Finn's lips stretched into a chill smile, exposing yellow, pitted teeth. Diego staggered back when a wall of carrion stench slammed into him.
Oh, God, not Finn. This thing is not Finn...
The thing's mouth never moved from its obscene leer but as the wind rose, saturated with the stench of decay, it whispered his name.
His limbs leaden and trembling, he stumbled back another step. He had to get away, to run, but his legs wouldn't obey.
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