Contains moments of sexual situations and violence, with strong language throughout. Recommended for mature readers.
Late morning the following Monday, Ewan managed to completely let go of the sad but predictable end to his one night stand. He had just taken a luxurious shower and he was ready to move on. With a towel wrapped around his lower body, he sang “Under Pressure,” complete with vocal changes for Freddie Mercury and David Bowie’s parts, as he searched for a pair of jeans.
He managed to sing the end of the third stanza before looking up and realizing he was not alone.
A young man stood in Ewan’s bedroom, his hands clasped together behind his back. He had neat, ear length dark brown hair, ears that stuck out just the tiniest bit more than usual, an oval face with straight eyebrows, full lips, and eyes blue enough that they could be seen clearly from several feet away. He wore a black sweater and jeans, both of which Ewan was fairly certain were his.
“Your Freddie Mercury is pretty good, but I’d work on the David Bowie,” the stranger commented.
It took Ewan a few more seconds of shock before he picked up a nearby lamp and raised it in a defensive position.
The young man’s flippancy melted away, and he pushed his palms forward. “Whoa, whoa, Ewan, calm down.” The young man stepped forward and tried to grab Ewan’s arm, but Ewan jerked away and stumbled backward.
“How do you know my name?” Ewan asked, his voice cracking for the first time since he finished puberty.
The young man hesitated. “You don’t recognize me?”
“No.” For a split second, he wondered if this burglar would let him dress before proceeding.
The stranger shook his head slowly. “Ewan, I’m going to put this down gently: I’m your family’s spirit guardian.”
Carlyn Greenwald is a writer, student, and decently sized superhero, mystery, and animation nerd. She definitely writes for the YA/NA markets, but her genres of choice include contemporary, urban fantasy, science fiction, crime, romance and mystery. Anything that has at least one murder, a nice-looking guy, and some witty banter will do. She lives in Los Angeles with her dogs, cat, and family.