Genre: YA fantasy
Hovering near the ceiling, I backstroked through the kitchen. I hoped the dreaded event would just happen already. I didn't want to witness said event, but it was inevitable, so I practiced my swimming maneuvers as the yelling below me became louder.
A moment later, a clatter forced me to look down. A tall brown-haired man towered over his wife, who had fallen to the floor. The knife block lay on its side with the knives spilling across the tile. As the blonde woman struggled to find her balance, her fingers closed around the handle of a six-inch blade.
I braced myself for the impact.
She plunged the knife into her husband's stomach. I gasped in pain, feeling the hot slice in my own belly. The man's face turned white, his shout cut off mid-sentence. He fumbled at the woman's hands, his mouth dropping open. I knew my face mirrored his.
She pulled the knife out and the blazing heat receded in my gut. Until she jabbed the blade in again, a little higher this time. It scraped my ribs, piercing a lung. I couldn't breathe. I sucked at the air, desperate for my body to work properly, thoughts that weren't mine clouding my mind.
Below me, the man fell to the ground, the knife still in his chest. Blinding pain shot through the left side of my body—no wonder the mortal lay incapacitated. I hovered as still as possible, waiting for the crossover.