I didn't forget about the third installment of Pages of Pigments! As you know, the later I blog the more trouble I'm causing. Standard warnings, this is the not the official edited version--soon though. Don't forget to enter the giveaway which is posted below the excerpt.
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“Wait here,” Oliver
instructed.
Sure, William thought. I’ll
just stand here, at the foot of the stairs in a mostly empty
building. Bloody. That doesn't look suspicious at all.
Oliver ran out the door,
and down the street. William watched until he was out of sight, and
then heaved a large sigh, which he immediately regretted. The gash
across his chest tore a little bit further at its edges, sending new
little streams of blood down his chest, reminding William once again
that it hurt.
William assumed Oliver had
gone to get his car, though he hadn't said as much. He tried to
occupy his time by tracing the wood grains of one of the large
banisters; but secretly, he hoped he would slip back into the time of
castles and torchlight.
Many of The
Illusionists
had visions of their past lives, but William never really had. He
often had moments of déjà vu but those moments seemed to be growing
fewer and farther between. Now William knew that was because he wasn't who he thought he was, not at all.
“Man, are you okay?” a
voice asked, and William jumped.
New drops of blood
appeared, and slid down to join the rest.
“Sorry. I didn't mean
to freak you out or anything, but it’s not every day I meet a guy
bleeding and blocking the way.”
William mumbled an apology
so quiet that even he couldn't hear it before stepping away from
the stairs he had forgotten he was standing in front of.
The boy that was staring at
William with concerned green eyes had hair so orange it should have
been on fire, and freckles like endless stars in the sky.
“No, I just mean—do you
need me to call someone or something? I don’t know if you noticed,
but, you’re bleeding,” he said
“I’m okay. I will be.
My ride should be here anytime.”
“If you’re sure,
anyway, I will be right up stairs if you change your mind.”
The red head started up the
stairs, but he never took his eyes off of William’s, and he had no
idea what to make of that. He was halfway up before Oliver’s black
sedan pulled into the fire lane.
“I’m Ripley by the
way.”
“I’m William.”
“You? Do I know y—?”
Ripley started, but was cut off by the sound of Oliver’s horn.
“I’m sorry. I have to
go. I’m pretty sure one of my fathers is going to kill me tonight,
but if not I’d love to see you again sometime.”
And with that he ran.
William thought he might have heard Ripley tell him to wait, but
Oliver sped away as soon as he slammed the passenger door.