TITLE: The Adamant
GENRE: Contemporary Fantasy
His lazy strides across the mall caught my attention. Like he had time to kill and everyone else could wait at his leisure. Most galling was how people moved out of his way. No glares. No commotion.
He appeared to be about my age early twenties with black hair that curled just below the collar of his white shirt, height under six feet. With the body of a dancer, slender waist, and broad shoulders, his physique should have been drawing stares. But that wasn’t what piqued my interest. What set me off was his arrogance. Not his looks. Totally secondary. I barely noticed. Really.
Glances from the people in the crowded mall slid off, went around him like light bending around the source.
“Will you look at that,” I said to Olive, my former guardian.
She turned away from matching towels, threw me a hard look, and shot a quick glance around us. Olive has experience with my intricacies. Self-preservation is strong with her.
Slender, taller than me, with shoulder length honey-blonde hair, Olive looked younger than her forty-two years. But even with the body of a model, a fluff head she was not.
“What?” she said, her voice low.
I gestured. “That guy. The one walking like he thinks no one will touch him. He’s the picture of arrogance, isn’t he?”
Olive’s shapely brow gathered as she focused on the area where the black-haired man paced unimpeded. He moved like a king among his subjects.
I gaped at her.