Title: The Miller's Daughter
Genre: NA Paranormal Romance
The moonless night is my ally.
I shove the canoe toward the river over tall grasses, then pebbles, the plastic boat grating against stones. The Cinderblock, rope and oars inside the vessel slide forward, scraping the boat bottom when I stop.
I pant and my heart pounds at the effort. Almost there. Every day, exertion becomes a little harder. I skitter to the front of the canoe and tug it under a sprawling shrub, over the top of discarded condoms, past empty beer cans. The branches, tender with leaf buds, conceal the canoe.
I drop down onto the rocky shore to catch my breath. The river water moves like sludge. Eddies writhe and swirl around the concrete bridge supports. The breeze lifts what’s left of my hair, the thin, lifeless strands whipping sideways. I wrinkle my nose as I breathe in the stink of algae and rotting fish.
My joints ache. I rub my shoulder and pain ripples over me. The tumours beneath my skin are larger than they were yesterday. And this damned hunger is getting worse by the hour. I have to slough off this body and its unravelling DNA. If I wait too long, the hunger and instinct will override my plans. If I don’t take Maggie as my victim, it will be someone else. Resisting is impossible. God knows I’ve tried.
I have no age.
I’m in a body that is thirty-five years old.
Thirty-five was a mistake.