Yeah. Where did all that time go? My parents took the kids yesterday, my hubby went to work this morning and I woke up at 2 this afternoon and had no idea what the hell was going on. Ever have that feeling? I guess NyQuil worked a little too well for me.
Anyway, since then, I've been up and doing some writing. I'm having a ton of fun with the dialogue between Carter and Alder. The latter, I think still expected his "pet" to be completely submissive, but... that ain't gonna happen.
Chapter 11 preview:
A tall, lanky vampire walked toward me with his hand extended, smiling like an idiot. He said, "Willkommen, Herr Denwright. Ich heisse Klaus. Wenn Sie etwas brauchen, bitte nachfragen."
I rolled my eyes and sighed. "Blah, blah, blah, achteshingening dingaling." I looked at Alder and said, "All right, Adolf. What'd he say?"
Alder growled quietly. "For Christ's sake! The first thing you are doing is starting German lessons."
"Excellent!" I said with mock excitement. "What's the German for, 'Is that your penis? I thought it was a toothpick.'"
A hand wrapped around my throat and my head was smashed into the stone wall. Alder leaned in and hissed, "Listen, pet! I'm not going to be very happy with you if you don't stop all of this right now."
I could have reached up right then and ripped his throat out, but I controlled the insane urge. No. All I had to do was wait and pray that the customs' agent had called Stefan. If she did call him, it was only a matter of time before this castle came under fire.
And when that happened, heads were going to roll.