Now in the second part of my blog tour post for ‘Bad Sister’ by Sam Carrington, I have an exclusive extract for you all to read and enjoy:
The heat pressed against her face.
On it. In it. Her cheeks felt like they were burning inside as well as out.
The little boy stood motionless beside her, his scorched pyjama bottoms trailing the pavement. His dark unblinking eyes stared up at the leaping flames erupting from the upper floor, then his attention turned to the bedroom window.
At the man screaming there.
She watched too, unable to drag her gaze away.
The man’s face seemed oddly distorted; like the famous painting she’d seen once: The Scream, wasn’t it? He banged against the windowpane, his mouth opening in a large O shape. The howl coming from the dark hole didn’t sound human. His hands were either side of his dripping face. Was it melting?
He disappeared from view.
The boy’s small hand slipped into hers. She snatched it away, and finally turned from the burning scene to look down at him.
‘What have you done?’
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