Happy Wednesday! Time for another snippet. My whole family, except for me, is sick with the flu. I already had it weeks ago, though fingers crossed this is miraculously the same strain. My kids are out of school all week with it so they don’t share it around.
Minuet is…going. I’m popping a bit more in the Google Doc today, which means hopefully by next week, it’ll be in the capable hands of my betas.
Today being the not-great day that it is (lots of things just going wrong at once), I’m sharing a rather unhappy snippet. This is slight spoilers, but really, it’s not a huge plot point. Or not one that will make a difference if I share it, anyway. Fair warning, this contains swearing, insults, and Sage being Sage. (I’m not entirely sure how to warn for what Sage says to Mack other than it being cruel.)
“Nice as it is to see you, and meet your new plaything, I’m going inside. Where you can’t come.” Mack stepped closer to the door.
Sage grabbed his sleeve. “Wait. I’m sorry. I—” He looked over at Freckles. “How’s Jamie? I heard he wasn’t doing so well.”
“Oh. My. God.” Mack yanked his arm away, wishing he had the guts to punch the fake sympathy right off him. “You are a real piece of work. I don’t buy a second of your ‘concerned friend’ bullshit. I don’t owe you anything when it comes to Jamie.”
Sage’s pretty face contorted with anger. “Protecting him, like always. Tell me, does he know what you and I did?”
Mack clenched his jaw. Sage was baiting him, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself. Of course he hadn’t told Jamie. It would’ve killed him at the time, and now, five years later, there was no reason anymore. Sage should’ve been out of their lives. Only here he was, standing on the sidewalk outside the one place Mack still thought of as safe.
“You spiteful, maggot-crusted, rotting bag of testicles,” Mack hissed. “Get the fuck away from me.”
Sage didn’t, not right away. He leaned in and whispered, “Do you still think about me every time another man has his cock up your ass?”
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Kill him with fire! All of the fire.
LOL. Yeah, he isn’t going to die. But I agree.
Not sure if it’s exactly clear here what he did, but that knife is a good representation of his last comment.
OMG. I’m so going to write [anti]fanfic (if you see what I mean) and literally kill him with fire.
Feel free, LOL. He is all yours.
Can I hate Sage any more? Well, yes, it looks like I can? “You spiteful, maggot-crusted, rotting bag of testicles,” made me laugh, though.
Ha! Wait until you see what else Mack says. I have a whole bunch of creative sayings, ranging from swears to terms of affection. My personal fave is “Saint Brigid’s poodle in a dress.”
I want to punch him!
People are lining up to do that. 🙂
Ouch! Nasty! Sage does not fight fair at all. Alas, he has that in common with my Sage…(sighs) One is a literal cat and the other is just catty. (wry grin) Great snippet!
Hope the flu leaves your house soon and you all get to feeling better. The image makes me think of, “now that’s a knife” from Crocodile Dundee. But that knife would leave a very deep cut, and that’s definitely what Sage has done.
I swear, every time you share something Sage-related, I hate him a little bit more. You can’t really put on a ‘concerned friend’ act and then follow it with a line like that last one.
I hope your family is on the mend by now!
Damn… I’m with Debbie. Burn his sorry arse until it’s long gone then bury the ashes.