Immerse yourself in the captivating and darkly humorous world inside the compelling novel Unnatural Circumstances. Embark on the journey of three unconventional individuals who willingly set out on an adventure only to become entangled in a disturbi...
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As Soleil washes the dishes in the kitchen sink, she can't help but think about the conversation she will have with Prometheus' family.
Her hands tremble. Soap pours from the yellow sponge and onto the dark brown floorboards. Soleil attempts to position the dishes inside the rack until one slips from her left hand and plummets onto the floor.
CRASH!
Soleil quickly shuts off the running water and stares at the white shards glaring at her. She then attempts to crouch on the floor and tries to collect the glass, but the pieces are so sharp it pricks the girl's right hand.
"OUCH! SHIT!" the witch swears loudly. "Great job, Sol. You're such a fucking klutz."
Abandoning her crouching position, Soleil watches the blood trickling from her palm, then concentrates on closing the wound when Benji Horowitz bursts into the kitchen.
His lungs pound inside his chest as the half-demon trudges toward his disgruntled comrade. He attempts to open his mouth, but his gasping breaths take over.
"Ben!" Soleil cries, her voice filled with concern for her friend. "Please don't come in, there are glass shards everywhere and -"
"You don't have to worry about me," Benji interjects. "I can heal your cut and pick up the pieces."
"I can take care of my wound," Soleil laughs, her voice conveying independence. "The glass shards, on the other hand. . ."
"I'm on it," Benji interjects.
Stooping before Soleil's boots, he retrieves the sharp pieces and drops them on his right palm.
Despite the blood pouring down his fingertips, Benji doesn't flinch at the pain.
He collects the pieces from the ground, tosses the shards in the wastebasket close to the door, and calmly washes the scarlet stains from his palms, the water turning a deep crimson as it washes away the evidence of his sacrifice.
Soleil cracks a smile. "It's a miracle your healing factor is fast."
Benji expresses his anxiety candidly, stating, "I'm kind of freaked out by it."
"Really?"
"If you see the stump of your fingers heal on their own, would you have a nervous breakdown?"
"Fair point."
After he turns off the sink, Benji yawns, dries his hands with a white paper towel, and approaches Soleil, who leans against the grayish-white countertop.
"So, anyway, are you okay going to this conference?"
"Well, duh," answered Soleil. "Of course, I'm going to go. Prometheus was the only person who stood by me when my boyfriend died."
"What if this conference isn't as glammed up as it seems?"
The witch hesitates until she says, "If I don't go to the funeral home, I'd feel like I'm letting him down. Plus, I haven't contacted his family since I left Louisiana."
