Tuesday Teaser!!

It’s Tuesday – which means its time for a teaser – but it is more than just a regular Tuesday Teaser – its the tuesday teaser in which we only have two weeks until the book releases.

Well…. less than two weeks…

Can I get a

Woot Woot! Well, since we are so close I figured this teaser needed to be something a little text – as in not short and with an image. I hope you enjoy it.

**All following copyright Author – Rebecca Ethington – All following un-edited and subject to change**
“Wow,” Wyn said as dead-panned as she could possibly manage, her glass perched in her hand as she stared at me. “Thanks for sharing.”
“Wyn,” I practically whined as I stared into her, trying my hardest not to stomp my foot in indignation.
I wasn’t going to let her get away from me that easily. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew exactly why I had said what I had.
I scowled at her as she stared at me, her eyes softening bit by bit until she groaned and set her glass down on the table. Her fingers remained pressed against the condensed surface as she looked into it and her breathing slowed.
“I felt the same way. I feel the same way,” she said softly, her focus still on the glass that the tips of her fingers ran over, the soft touch leaving glistening trails on the glass. “But it’s half. One half gone and the other half confused as to whether I ever felt that way in the first place. As to which love was real, or if either of them were.”
“What do you mean?”
“Sometimes, I think it possible to love too much, to hurt too much. To live too many lives. I thought I was all right, but Thom has only confused me more.”
“Wyn?” I stood still as I watched her fingers on the glass, waiting for her to continue; to make sense of the small insight she had granted me.
She never did. She just looked down, her magic ebbing until I couldn’t feel it in the air around me like before. She brought it into her as she broke apart, a feeling I knew all too well.
“Is that why you tore apart your room?” I asked, my soft voice sounding strangely loud in the broken pieces of her heart that the room had trapped around us.
“I don’t know where I fit anymore.”
“Without Talon?” I asked, my tongue tripping over his name, fully aware he had been the elephant in the room until I let it slip from my tongue.
Sure enough, her body tensed, her eyes darting to look away from me to the door on the other side of the room, almost as if she expected Thom and Ilyan to burst through, but they hadn’t moved from where they stop in the hall, since I had last felt them.
I could see the pain she still held from her loss in the way she held her body, the sadness and confusion that hid behind her eyes. I wished I could take that loss away; I wished I could make her feel like she wasn’t alone.
The hardest part was that I knew I could. I could take away her pain. I wanted to.
I just wished that she hadn’t hated what I had to say.
“I can still feel his magic inside of you, you know,” I said, careful to speak slowly as I tested the waters for what I had to tell her. “Deep down.”
“You can?” she asked, her eyes widening with a deep desperation that rocked through me.
I nodded, keeping my eyes on hers, begging her to understand; to know I was telling the truth. “You do fit.”
“I don’t,” she said, her focus dropping back down to the glass again. She grabbed it, bringing the foul-smelling liquid to her mouth before she drained it in one gulp, a soft bang echoing through the room as she slammed the cup back down to the table. “It’s complicated.”