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  I turned toward the dining room. It looked the same, too, except there was a white cake with strawberries on top. It smelt as if it had just been baked a few minutes earlier.

  Mom would bake one every year for my birthday and decorate it with strawberries. Then just before we ate it, she’d pour strawberry sauce on it so the cake wouldn’t get soggy. It seemed, by the clear cup filled with red liquid near the cake, Mom had never gotten to that part of my birthday party before she died.

  I slumped against the wall, trying not to cry as a police officer backed into the table and knocked the cup of sauce over. It flowed out of the glass, dripped onto the hard wood floor and pooled into a large puddle. The smell of strawberries overwhelmed me and suddenly the room started to spin. Everything turned red as if they were covered in blood, even my hands and clothes. I had to get out of here before I threw up.

  I ran out onto the porch, taking deep breaths and clutching my side as if I’d run a marathon. Irene rushed to me and grabbed my shoulders, trying to keep me from falling. She escorted me to a wood rocking chair in front of the living room window.

  "What’s wrong?" Irene asked.

  "I’m fine. I just—" I didn’t know what I felt or why the smell of strawberries bothered me, but I didn’t want to worry Irene over something that could be nothing. So I settled on saying, "I needed air."

  The man in the suit walked over to us, motioning for Irene to speak with him alone. He held his head high and had an air of dignity about him, like he was better than everyone.

  Irene nodded before saying to me, "I’ll just be a minute."

  I collapsed onto the rocking chair as Irene and the man took a few steps away before speaking. I listened to him say in a low voice, "I’ve taken care of everything. You have nothing to worry about. I made sure of it."

  Made sure of what? I opened my mouth to ask, but closed it when his pale blue eyes shifted in my direction. Something about him bothered me. I scooted the chair over, increasing the distance between us.

  He smirked and turned back to Irene. "You should take her home. I’ll drop off her stuff tonight," he said.

  Irene waved to me. "Let’s go."

  I remained still, staring at my house. I felt like everything in my life was being ripped away. Mom, Dad, my home and my memories. But why? Because Dad got in a car accident? Or because the man dressed in black came for me again and killed my parents to get them out of the way? That would explain why my last memory was of him. But a tiny part of me wondered if they died because of me—since I was a monster.

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  ABOUT THE ZEUORIAN SERIES

  It’s a thrilling fantasy about seventeen year-old Lexi Greene who discovers she’s a Zeuorian and hunted by a secret society hell bent on killing her. She must hide in order to stay alive, which is hard to do when she’s unable to control her developing abilities.

  There will be four books following Lexi Greene. The tentative titles in order are as follows:

  My Watcher

  Hunted

  Taken

  Last Stand

  In addition, there will be several short stories, novellas and spin off series following Lexi and other lead characters that happen prior, during and after Zeuorian book series. A few of them are:

  Dangerous Lesson

  Grim Awakening

  Control

  Stolen Memories

  Go to www.zeuorian.com to learn more about the series, get the latest news about upcoming books, and view deleted scenes and other book related facts.

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Cindy is an author of paranormal, dark fantasy and horror stories. Her short fiction has appeared in numerous short story anthologies, popular magazines and many other publications.

  It wasn’t until 2008 did she decide to write novels after several coworkers at Harcourt Publishing encouraged her to do so.

  She was born in Southern California and spent most of her life traveling the United States in a motorhome. Her favorite camping spots were in the California redwoods and Brookings, Oregon along Highway 101. Now she lives and writes in Round Rock, Texas. To learn more about what she is doing, check out her author website, www.czablockis.com or follow her on Twitter - @czablockis and Facebook at czablockis.