Chapter 1: Bill's Bad News

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BLOOD THIEVES

BOOK ONE

OF THE

CORYN OF BELLSFERRY

SERIES

Copyright © 2018 Natasha Sapienza

All rights reserved.




One: Bill's Bad News



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I'd do this until my fingers bleed—even though I hate blood

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I'd do this until my fingers bleed—even though I hate blood.

I moved back from my all-fours position, grasping my polishing cloth, and sat on my calves. The living room's honey-colored wood reflected a murky, but nonetheless visible mirror of my frizzed-out curls and sweaty face. I let my eyes graze the comforting space. Family portraits of the Barnes displayed black and white portraits of parents and great grandparents, while colored ones showcased children, grandchildren, and even great-grandchildren. I'd memorized half of Dixie and Gunner's fourteen "grand-babies'" names since she'd shared so many stories about them, but I couldn't remember any of the great grand-kids though she'd spoken a lot about them, too.

Fake daisies adorned every end table and the massive dining table. A giant wooden cross hung above the brick fireplace, and framed bible verses and smaller crosses decorated every wall. You'd think all the religious stuff would annoy, given the way my parents were, but here in the Barnes' home everything...invited. With the hot Summer, the fireplace hadn't been lighted once, but the whole place just swelled with welcoming warmth...I sighed. Not like my abandoned house next door.

Holding her broom, Hope sashayed and twirled toward me, her full-length skirt and silky blonde hair swaying as she danced with the sweeper she'd named "Prince Philip." Stopping at my side, she peered down at the shining floor. "Ooh, I can see your pretty face in the floor, Princess Mommy."

I chuckled. "And, my little princess, do you--"

"Actually, today I am a queen."

"I apologize, dear queen. Do you know why I scrubbed these floors so hard they're shining like marble?"

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