Oh. Hey. It's Tuesday.

I forgot. Oops. But before Nate calls and I wind down for the evening, here's a bit of a teaser for you lovely readers, from chapter three (The Maid):

Eleanor Nerys woke beneath her mother’s house, curled in the dirt and tucked away in a corner no daylight could reach. Though the scent of the earth greeted her upon waking, it wasn’t the familiar, vibrant smell of home—it was cold dirt, rancid decay, and despair.

Why? Why had she come back here? Of all the hiding places in the city, she had to pick the one that could drive her insane. The one place that held memories with the power to cripple her.

But it had been so long that everything, from Market Street to the neighborhood where she’d grown up, had changed. The house was the only place she still knew; the only thing that stayed the same—bleak, dank, lonely.

She wiped the sleep from her eyes, smearing dirt across her face. She had to get out. She’d hidden beneath piles of trash in a back alley during the Pixiehunters’ attack, and it was a damned miracle they hadn’t already found her. It was another miracle her friends had escaped without getting themselves killed.