Here is another installment of the current story. The following lines are a new scene, just a few hours after the earlier snippets.
My math is 10 sentences for the month, day, and the first three digits of the year added together. Adding the 9 would give too much away!
This blog hop is hosted by Emily Wrayburn at Letting the Voices Out, and other snippets can be found here.
Kiryl stroked Anya’s arm as they entered the front parlor, where a fire had been lit upon their arrival. “Are you tired from meeting everyone? You seemed so at one point.”
Anya smiled the same brittle smile she had unleashed on poor M. Marunchak. “Not at all. Mme. de Stael’s salons are full of interesting people.”
“Even Ukrainians?” At her abashed expression, Kiryl stroked her palm. “I’ve been reading you for years, my heart. I cannot have survived life with you this long without honing that ability.”
Anya grasped his hand, smiling ruefully. “Yes, you read me well.”
“So I know there is more about this young man.”