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cookies and desert bars into the refrigerator, just in case we needed them later, and looked around the kitchen. Everything was cleaned up, the cupcakes were still cooling, as were the cookies I was going to ice. It was still dark outside.
I slipped on my knee length black coat and went for a walk. I strolled down the street, enjoying the quiet. The neighborhood was like a different place at night. Before becoming a half-vampire, I had never realized how much the world changed after the sun set, or how, when people went to sleep, everything else came alive—or, at least, became so much more visible. The street lights gave the sidewalks an amber glow that contrasted with the endless shadows of the alleyways, where the lights couldn’t quite reach. All the buildings’ windows were dark and everyone was sleeping. Everyone but me and people in cars I could hear the distant hum of. A slight breeze tickled the trees. The city seemed both foreign and familiar.
A thump came from down the road near where Mr. Court lived. I headed that way without a second thought. The men he described during the meeting sounded enough like Valefor’s goons that I had to check it out. Maybe I’d even let them take me to Valefor herself, and get it sorted. If Phoenix was right and Valefor was a demon, she wouldn’t be a problem.
I slipped into the dark alley closest to me, trying to stay in the shadows. No one was there—at least not that I could see. Four dumpsters lined the right side of the lane, and a couple smaller trashcans filled the left. Mr. Court had the bottom apartment and knowing my luck was probably a light sleeper. I stayed flat against the wall, listening for movement. Had someone been here, they could have gone out the other side, but if this had anything to do with me, I assumed they were still there.
Another bang came from the third dumpster. I moved slowly toward it. “Come out,” I whispered, not exactly menacing but I was scared of waking Mr. Court.
There was no reply.
Stepping on the edge of the dumpster, I boosted myself up for a look. It was the only place left to hide. A shadow moved inside, away from me. “Gotcha,” I whispered. I reached, stretching my arm as far as it would go. With a yowl, something launched itself at my face. I let go, falling back to the ground, landing hard on my butt with an oomph. A black cat leaped over me and shot down the alley.
A soft chuckle came from behind me.
Chapter 6
I scrambled to my feet and whipped around.
A woman stood behind me, face angled toward the ground. She wore skintight black leather pants and a loose black sweater. A chill ran through me as she slowly lifted her chin and her glowing red eyes met mine. “You stood me up,” she said. “I hate that.”
Fear mixed with a strange sort of awe. She was beautiful in a terrifying way. There was no kindness in her features. Her cheekbones were sharp, her lips full and cruel, and those eyes made my skin crawl. Even my hunger didn’t roar to life, though she was most definitely evil. Instead it hid inside, frightened into submission or still too full from earlier. “Sorry,” I said.
A smile, possibly a snarl, lifted her lip. “It’s too late for apologies.”
I inched toward the street, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “I take it you’re Valefor.”
She drew in a deep breath and let it out, her huge cartoon princess–like eyes fluttering. “You are either very strong or very stupid. Have you figured out which yet?” She took slow steps, matching mine, as I backed away.
It took everything I had not to shush her. I still had to live here. The least she could do was keep the volume of her threats down. “I don’t know who you are or what you want, but trust me when I say that you don’t want to come any closer.” I held my hands out in what would be a passive and peaceful gesture in another person. For me, however, it was just to make grabbing her easier if she rushed me.
Her eyes crackled and
I slipped on my knee length black coat and went for a walk. I strolled down the street, enjoying the quiet. The neighborhood was like a different place at night. Before becoming a half-vampire, I had never realized how much the world changed after the sun set, or how, when people went to sleep, everything else came alive—or, at least, became so much more visible. The street lights gave the sidewalks an amber glow that contrasted with the endless shadows of the alleyways, where the lights couldn’t quite reach. All the buildings’ windows were dark and everyone was sleeping. Everyone but me and people in cars I could hear the distant hum of. A slight breeze tickled the trees. The city seemed both foreign and familiar.
A thump came from down the road near where Mr. Court lived. I headed that way without a second thought. The men he described during the meeting sounded enough like Valefor’s goons that I had to check it out. Maybe I’d even let them take me to Valefor herself, and get it sorted. If Phoenix was right and Valefor was a demon, she wouldn’t be a problem.
I slipped into the dark alley closest to me, trying to stay in the shadows. No one was there—at least not that I could see. Four dumpsters lined the right side of the lane, and a couple smaller trashcans filled the left. Mr. Court had the bottom apartment and knowing my luck was probably a light sleeper. I stayed flat against the wall, listening for movement. Had someone been here, they could have gone out the other side, but if this had anything to do with me, I assumed they were still there.
Another bang came from the third dumpster. I moved slowly toward it. “Come out,” I whispered, not exactly menacing but I was scared of waking Mr. Court.
There was no reply.
Stepping on the edge of the dumpster, I boosted myself up for a look. It was the only place left to hide. A shadow moved inside, away from me. “Gotcha,” I whispered. I reached, stretching my arm as far as it would go. With a yowl, something launched itself at my face. I let go, falling back to the ground, landing hard on my butt with an oomph. A black cat leaped over me and shot down the alley.
A soft chuckle came from behind me.
Chapter 6
I scrambled to my feet and whipped around.
A woman stood behind me, face angled toward the ground. She wore skintight black leather pants and a loose black sweater. A chill ran through me as she slowly lifted her chin and her glowing red eyes met mine. “You stood me up,” she said. “I hate that.”
Fear mixed with a strange sort of awe. She was beautiful in a terrifying way. There was no kindness in her features. Her cheekbones were sharp, her lips full and cruel, and those eyes made my skin crawl. Even my hunger didn’t roar to life, though she was most definitely evil. Instead it hid inside, frightened into submission or still too full from earlier. “Sorry,” I said.
A smile, possibly a snarl, lifted her lip. “It’s too late for apologies.”
I inched toward the street, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “I take it you’re Valefor.”
She drew in a deep breath and let it out, her huge cartoon princess–like eyes fluttering. “You are either very strong or very stupid. Have you figured out which yet?” She took slow steps, matching mine, as I backed away.
It took everything I had not to shush her. I still had to live here. The least she could do was keep the volume of her threats down. “I don’t know who you are or what you want, but trust me when I say that you don’t want to come any closer.” I held my hands out in what would be a passive and peaceful gesture in another person. For me, however, it was just to make grabbing her easier if she rushed me.
Her eyes crackled and
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