Monday snippet

Before we get to today's snippet, I want to thank all of you who have been sending in your entries for what character in Raine's world would you like to see get their own series. I have loved each and every entry. I know I normally email a personal response to all contest entries (and emails), but Con & Conjure is kicking my butt. Between that and my day job, my day goes something like work, eat, write, sleep, repeat. I just wanted to let you know that I appreciate all of your entries and have really been enjoying them. Thank you!

On to the snippet. . .

Phaelan froze, stood ramrod straight, and sniffed the air twice. "Gold. Goblin imperial." His hands were virtually twitching with unfulfilled avarice.

"In the bag, Phaelan."

My cousin's eyes locked on that leather satchel like it was his own little slice of heaven. "A couple hundred, at least."

"Six, to be exact," Uncle Ryn said.

One of Phaelan's hands reached out to touch. I smacked that hand.

"Ow."

"Not yours."

Phaelan grin was seven times wicked. "Could it be?"

I told him where it'd come from.

My cousin nodded in approval. "You got to keep the gold and the mark. You do the family proud, cousin. But you didn't answer my question. Can we keep it?"

I just looked at him. "Do you want to take out the evil son of a bitch or line your pockets?"

My cousin had to think about that one. "Can't I do both?"

"No."

Phaelan plopped down in his chair in disgust. Unrequited greed wasn't a good look on my cousin. "Evil son of a bitch first."

"That's better."