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8 sentences continued from last Sunday's WWW from my novel Bloodstone.
~~Read what happened last here.
She clenched her jaw and peered out. She cursed inside, without any lights on, she could barely see. Aside from the white kitchen tile, everything looked like a black blob of nothingness. Ebony slinked quietly out of the room to the kitchen, clinging to the wall, feeling her way. She edged toward the cast iron pan hanging above the stove. While her heart might be protesting in her chest, she’d be damned if some guy thought he could break into her house and steal any fricken thing.
Ebony carefully slid the pan from the hook and snuck up to the swinging door to her father’s study. She heard the shuffle of shoes on carpet, so close she was sure he’d be coming through any moment.
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