So I haven’t posted a teaser in a while and I thought I would in honor of FINISHING MY REVISIONS! This excerpt is from a brand new scene in the novel and I heart it so much.
A little background, my protagonist–who shall remain nameless for purposes of this teaser–needs to get into Town Hall to find information. The antagonist, Kingston, is the one who put the idea in her head because he also needs to get into Town Hall and he needs her to do it. Because she has access to her sister’s keys to the building. Originally she said no way in hell, but then something big happened that made her need for the information too desperately to ignore. So she heads to Town Hall to sneak in herself, which is where this scene picks up.
Also of note, I edited out a couple of sentences that are still in the novel because they give away too many spoilers. I’m having issues with the formatting so I’m just pasting it below instead of in a table box.
I paced in front of Town Hall, my heart pounding as if it was ready to escape my chest and ditch me. I paused in front of the entrance and took a deep breath. What I hadn’t factored into my brilliant plan was guts, which happened to be something I lacked.
You’re not breaking and entering, I lied to myself. You have a key.
I counted to three and tried to pull the keys out of my pocket, but my hands were too sweaty. The keys leapt out of my fingers with a metallic clink as they descended to the ground.
I knew I should go home and forget about Kingston’s stupid-as-hell plan. But I couldn’t drag myself away. As scared as I was, I wanted to do this. I fumbled for my phone. Three ten am blinked back at me on the LED screen. Maybe I could call for back up. Accomplices acted as encouragement.
But who? My friends would just try to talk me out of this and, trust me, I knew what a bad idea it was. I’d broken up with my sense of reason when I first joined the group. Might as well descend even further down the path of wrong and stupid. I let out a crazy laugh that echoed in the silent darkness.
Before I could stop myself, I flipped through my cell phone until I found Kingston’s number.
“Yeah?” the voice on the other end said when he picked up. He didn’t sound tired, more like…prepared.
“Hey, it’s um…me. I have a kind of weird question.”
“Wow, I didn’t strike you for the three am booty call type.”
My nerves erupted out of my mouth in a laugh that sounded almost flirty. I covered it up with a cough. “I’m outside Town Hall.”
He paused for several seconds. “Keys?”
“Yeah.” The word came out all choked.
“Be there in ten.”
As soon as I hung up, the gravity of what I’d just done settled into my stomach like a cartoon anvil. I’d just committed to committing a felony. With my enemy.
Kingston arrived in less than five, decked out in the same uniform as me, hoodie tied tightly around in face so only his essential features were visible. He carried a black messenger bag and hovered over me, smirking. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“You don’t, but you called me, which means you thought you could.”
I pursed my lips. “I’m not sure I’m thinking clearly tonight.”
“Let’s just say I need you as much as you need me. Besides, I’ve got plenty to blackmail you with already.” He flashed his teeth. “So why did you call me?”
I ran my hand over my brow. “I need to find evidence about something and I kind of chickened out when I tried to do it alone.”
“And you naturally thought of inviting me? I’m flattered.”
“Would you be offended if I said you were my last resort?”
“If I wasn’t your last resort, I’d think this was a trap.” He set down the messenger bag and squatted in front of it, his eyes level with mine. “What kind of evidence?”
I may be stupid for wanting to break into Town Hall, but I wasn’t stupid enough to tell him my secrets. “You tell me what you’re after first.”
He pulled out a flashlight and twisted the cap, pointing the beam at my eyes so I had to squint. “Fair enough. It’s probably better if we don’t know.” He moved the flashlight away from my face. “Where’s your flashlight?”
I outstretched my empty palms. “Um, non-existent.”
He smirked and tapped the side of his head with the tip of his flashlight. “Good thing you brought me then.” He handed the flashlight to me and grabbed a second out of his bag.
It was almost sweet that he’d thought of me. Almost. Because really it meant he thought I was incompetent of doing this on my own, which may have been true. But there was no way I’d ever admit out loud how much I needed him for this.
Though calling him at 3am probably sent the message pretty well.