CHAPTER SIX
It came as a shock, but getting up early this morning has been no struggle at all. I even woke up an hour before the alarm was set to go off. Instead of forcing my eyes back shut, as I normally would, I pull myself to my feet and start the process of getting ready for the day.
Makeup is a rarity for me, but today, the mood calls for it. I want to feel confident and ready to conquer whatever shenanigans Mac has in mind. Hopefully it isn’t anything too nasty . . . just nasty enough for the right writing inspiration. I think about Belle while I line my eyes perfectly with liquid black. I remind myself that despite her death, it was in fact the action of killing her that inspired my first book. The book was dark, it was sinister, and it was a compelling hit. I also remind myself
