So, I do believe Museum of Masks will be released by the end of April. I am shooting for April 20th, but since publishing it involves my editors having the proper amount of time to go through it I am not making any promises just yet for that exact day, but woho! The time is almost here! Yay.
Now, here's a teaser. Enjoy.
Sitting in the library, Lanca watched Lough trail out the door after Lisabelle. “What do you think is going to end up happening between those two?”
Sip glanced up from her book, her purple eyes sparkling. “If she doesn’t kill him? They’ll end up married. Don’t tell her I said that,” she added quickly.
Lanca and I both looked at her like she was crazy. Then Lanca started to laugh. Her whole body was engulfed in amused shakes. “I can totally see that happening.”
It was the first time I had seen the vampire princess laugh sine Tale died last semester. And it was over the prospect of Lough and Lisabelle, not just together, but getting married. Sip actually believed that was possible. As usual, my eyes flicked to Keller. He was leaning against a bookcase, arms crossed over his chest. Pale skin stood out against the dark fabric of his t-shirt and the weight of his arms dragging on his shirt made his chest more visible and defined. I remembered his arm sliding past me in my room before Christmas break, muscles taught as he moved. Suddenly conscious of being caught staring, I shifted my gaze back to my desk. I missed his eyes turning towards me.
“Don’t laugh so hard,” said Sip, pointing her pencil at Lanca - one of the vampires around her growled and Sip dropped the pencil. The vampires didn’t care who it was, no one was allowed to threaten Lanca after what happened at the Dash finals. - Sip continued, “If Lisabelle get’s married her misery will want company.”
“What do you mean by that?” I asked suspiciously.
Sip picked up the pencil again and calmly started to write. “She will make us all be bridesmaids.”
I flinched. Lanca nodded knowingly. “She’s just that kind of mean. Demons would be anything compared to trying to deal with Lisabelle on her wedding. I’d take fighting the President over that any day. Can you imagine what she will make us wear?” I had a vision of black dresses with long sleeves, for most people probably more fitting for a funeral procession. From the looks on Lanca and Sip's faces their thoughts were along similar lines.
Just then Keller shifted into my line of vision and I felt myself sighing. When he was studying his face was clear and concentrated, there was no frown. His smooth forehead was only covered by a single curl of dark hair. I wished he was still my tutor. I wished he would kiss me again.