I’m posting from Hedge House, a nearly completed first draft. Finishing it is going to be my project for Camp NaNoWriMo this month. I’m not quite sure whether to classify it as paranormal or urban fantasy; the two of them tend to blur together a lot for me.
I’m picking up from last week.
The room was moderately clean – if you didn’t look in the bathroom – and briefly Cara considered returning the key and driving another half hour to Clairville, a slightly larger town with better accommodations. Instead, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and called Jacob.
“I’m here,” she said when he answered.
“Where are you?”
“I have a room at the Starlight Inn, number 106.”
“Get out of there,” he said tersely. Something in his voice sent a chill tingling through her spine. “There’s a whole house here for you where you’ll be a lot more comfortable,” he added more gently. “And a lot safer.”
“All right.” The relief in her voice surprised her. “To tell you the truth, I’m not feeling too comfortable with this place.”
“As well you shouldn’t. Do you need directions? I know you were just a little thing when you left here.”
“I think I can find it. I remember it being on a hill just outside of town.”
“It’s still there,” he said dryly, and she smiled at the humor.