"Who are you and what have you done to my dog?” Sage said a little less confident then she had hoped. She took a couple steps backwards to give her a little head start if she needed to run, but judging from his looks he could catch her within mere minutes.
“Your dog?” He said in a mocking manor. “I don’t believe that dog was anyone’s.” The word dog was laced with so much disgust.
Sage took a moment to take in the man’s appearance. His skin was the color of caramel. His hair, which was black as night, was flopped messily over his forehead. Her eyes traveled over his sculpted chest that was so delicious, it almost made her mouth water. The top was bear and so were his feet. The only source of clothing was a robe that when wrapped around his waist, went to his knees.
“Who are you?” Sage demanded. The gorgeous man gave a Sage smirk.
“Oh sweetheart,” he purred. “I believe your Egyptian fantasy has been brought to life.”
The man began to chant in a language foreign to Sage’s ears. Sand began whipping around him as his voice grew louder and louder and then once his arms were above him he stopped. The sand continued to circle him. The man clapped once and the sand left as abruptly as it came. In his place stood a black jackal.
The jackal sat and gave her a toothy grin. Being sure to keep her distance, the jackal and Sage made their way back to Bruno.
Sage kept glancing at the animal walking beside her, thinking it would turn into that man once more.
-Excerpt from Red Knives (Coming Soon)