Dearest readers, I am ever so sorry it has taken so long to update this story. I'll try not to keep you all in suspenders any longer! Before I go on with the chapter though, I'd like to mention that I have a website (the link is enclosed on my profile). I am hoping to get an Inkheart fan art section rolling…but that won't happen without your help! Now, without further ado, here is chapter 11 of Inkjay. (I apologize for its shortness… I promise to post chapter 12 right after!)
Days past, and Basta and Pfeifer's relationship flickered as timidly as a candle flame. In the past, Basta had thought that a relationship with a woman was to get straight into her pants as fast as possible, but Pfeiffer showed him that one could feel pleasure without sex. Each day Basta grew more and more eager to see the woman. They'd usual meet at the castle gate late at night, and take moonlit strolls under the star light. One particular evening, after Pfeifer had gone through another odd stage of rejecting Basta's kisses, the thundering of hooves was audible on the cobble stones. Pfeiffer pressed her body against a wall, and breathed heavily. Basta, confused, joined her, not entirely sure what the big idea was. Pfeifer, though, studied the figure as he galloped by. She recognized him as Prince Cosimo.
But how could that be?
She asked herself, swatting Basta's hand away from her waist.
He's dead.
Then a low sinking feeling crept into her stomach. She realized that Firefox was doomed.