GENRE: MG Fantasy
Timothy didn’t realize his tail was stuck in the door until he slammed it shut. It took a split second for the pain to register. It took another second for Boddington to start shouting again. Screeching to be precise. Timothy wanted nothing more than to curl up on the floor. But what he wanted didn’t have much to do with anything these days.
Eyes watering, he hopped around in an attempt to shake off the fiery heat radiating along every nerve ending in his tail. Another screech set him off down the hallway at a half-limp, half-run. The hour was late and guttering candles, set high up on the walls, threw strange shadows across his path. The sconces holding the candles were shaped like dragons, and he felt their birdlike eyes upon him as he neared Boddington’s office.
Pushing open the door, Timothy saw Boddington seated at his desk, dressed in his finest suit, blonde hair combed into a side part. He didn’t look up, not immediately, but his nostrils flared briefly. Lowering his gaze Timothy took great care to avoid staring at Boddington’s neck. It was difficult not to of course. A vivid burn in the shape of a handprint covered most of the exposed skin, as though someone with a hand of fire had grabbed him by the throat.
Turning the page in front of him, Boddington paused before addressing Timothy in a clipped voice. “Well?”
“I’m finished,” said Timothy.
Boddington sniffed. “The entrance too?”