My manuscript returned last week. I’m evaluating my editor’s suggestions and devoting all my energy to this task. Continuing my promise to give sneak peeks into Refuge while I work, I share another short passage:
Silently, Cain stared down at Lilith. She wouldn’t look at him. He bit his lip.
His conscience bothered him—he felt guilty for hurting her. This disagreement shouldn’t come between them. He didn’t want to anger her, but he couldn’t forgive Abel. He wanted to be reconciled to her, but he couldn’t promise to resolve the conflict.
Abel was a traitor. But Cain decided he could at least concede to talk with him.
“Lily, I’m sorry I hurt you. I shouldn’t have grabbed you or spoken like that. I’ll talk to him.”
Peering up at him, she studied his face. Submitting to her inspection, he met her eyes.
She always said his emotions shone on his face as clear as day. So he knew she’d detect his shame at the way he’d treated her, his rage at Abel’s betrayal, his certainty that talking with Abel would do no good, his bitterness, his unwillingness to yield. His jealousy. His remorse.
Examination complete, Lilith looked back at the river, absentmindedly stroking the hair on his calf. It tickled. With her fingertip, she whorled a pattern. Mind elsewhere, she traced down his leg and gripped his ankle. Then she looked back up at him.
“You’re forgiven,” she said. “Thank you. At least you can talk.”
How do you think this talk will go? Do you think a conflict might be brewing?