Today I’m going to reveal an excerpt of Shay Savage’s upcoming book, Trapped, book 2 in her new fighter series!
First I’d like to thank my friend Beth from LitSlave for inviting me to this!!!
Chapter 1—Observe the Mayhem
I traveled to the sacred spot for the sacred ceremony in the back of a rusty old pickup truck. I was pretty sure it was the same one parked outside the apartment building when Keith paid a little visit to Tria a couple of months ago. Brandon and Keith were in the front, and two other guys were in the back with me. The one named Devin did nothing but glare at me, and I was pretty sure I caught him actually baring his teeth. The guy named Conner just kept staring at me, which made my skin crawl.
No one said a word.
That was probably for the best because I was really in the mood to bash someone’s skull in—not hold polite conversation. The only thing that kept me from insisting on riding with Tria was the fact that Keith was with me, and this way I could keep my eye on him. I didn’t trust him, not the least little bit. He hadn’t been expecting me to be here with Tria—that was clear—and the news obviously upset him more than my actual presence.
Though there was no conversation in the bed of the truck, I could hear Brandon and Keith talking in the cab. I couldn’t make out all of the conversation—just bits and pieces. Phrases like “for the community,” “duty to your people,” and “going against tradition” kept coming up. They were obviously disagreeing, and I assumed it had something to do with what was about to transpire. No matter how much I angled my ear toward the partially opened window, I still couldn’t hear clearly.
We drove through Beals, which was pretty dead on a Tuesday evening, just a few folks around the little diner and a handful of teenagers huddled in jackets against the cold wind. At least the rain had tapered off into a fine mist that stung my face if I moved away from the protection of the back of the cab.
We went through town and out onto a mostly deserted highway, then up a long road through the trees. Again, I had the feeling of claustrophobia as the trees on either side of the narrow gravel road hovered over us. Though there was a bit of light still left in the sky, beyond the trees it was dark and foreboding.
I didn’t like it.
We pulled off to the edge of the road where there were several other vehicles—all old, rusty, and barely drivable—parked in and around the trees. I couldn’t figure out how some of them had even gotten where they were, let alone how they were going to get out again. I practically had to climb halfway around a tree just to get out of the back of the truck.
I turned my head toward the sound of the cab door slamming shut, and Brandon stomped off past me. The others seemed to be hovering around Keith, so without knowing what else to do, I followed Brandon through the trees on what I guessed was supposed to be a path. Another guy crawled out of an old hatchback and introduced himself as Nikki’s brother, Steven, before we continued on. It was only a hundred yards or so until we reached a clearing in the middle of a bunch of pine trees with branches creating a canopy, reaching out to cover us.
I could immediately see the advantage to holding rituals in this rainy climate here—the tree cover was so thick even the mist didn’t seem to make it through. It was still bitterly cold, and I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, trying to find a little warmth.
“Hey, Steven,” Brandon called over his shoulder. The younger man passed me and went to his side.
“Can you check to see if Nikki has anything else she wants to say before this…um…starts?”
“Sure,” Steven said, and he took off around the edge of the trees to the far side of the clearing.
I followed him with my gaze and felt immediate relief at the sight of Tria standing near her friend in the unusual dress and Nikki’s mother, Patricia. I still couldn’t believe all these family members were going to watch this shit. At least Tria had assured me Nikki’s own brother wasn’t participating. I wasn’t sure if that was because he was only sixteen or because he was her brother, and I decided I didn’t really want to know. I had been told her father died of a heart attack a few years ago, but fathers weren’t a part of the ritual either.
Except for watching. The whole fucking community watched, apparently.
Bizarre rituals on a remote island in Maine.
My crazy neighbor lying naked in the produce section of a grocery store.
The sting of a knife as it slices through my flesh.
Now I know why they say life is never easy.
The soft touch of Tria’s hand against my chest is the only thing that keeps me going, but there are consequences. As a fighter, I should be able to deal with anything life throws at me, but there is one circumstance I simply can’t handle.
I only have one coping mechanism: a tube around my arm and a needle in my vein.
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Shay Savage lives in Cincinnati, Ohio with her family and a variety of household pets. She is an accomplished public speaker, and holds the rank of Distinguished Toastmaster from Toastmasters International. When not writing, she enjoys science fiction movies, masquerading as a zombie, is a HUGE Star Wars fan, and member of the 501st Legion of Stormtroopers. When the geek fun runs out, she also loves soccer in any and all forms – especially the Columbus Crew, Arsenal and Bayern Munich. Savage holds a degree in psychology, and she brings a lot of that knowledge into the characters within her stories.
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