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Authors: Serena Rose
Tags: Romance, Fantasy, Paranormal, Ghosts, Psychics, Demons & Devils, multicultural, Werewolves & Shifters, Witches & Wizards, Multicultural & Interracial
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store down the way, it was casual clothing, t-shirts and jeans, but it would have to do for now. I entered and grabbed the first shirt and pants that caught my eye.
“May I try these on?” I asked the clerk.
“Sure thing,” they replied.
I finally changed out of that terrible suit and into a fit black t-shirt and jeans. No underwear but I can’t have everything. I snipped off the tags with my claws and climbed up out of the change room. I snuck around the store and exited from the back room. I wasn’t an assassin for nothing. I had to use my skills for other things like stealing when it came down to it… I walked back the way I came and past the street that I had turned on. I went towards where the coordinates Missy gave me were. It led me to an apartment building.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
There were so many people living there, so how was I to figure out if one of them was a shifter? I sighed and ruffled my hair. Two women exited the building and were chattering excitedly about something. I was surprised so I hid in the bushes out of habit.
“I heard she moved out,” one of the women spoke.
“Well I heard she was having an argument with some man during that weird storm,” the other women said.
“Maybe it was her boyfriend?” the first woman suggested.
“Maybe it was the father of her kid!” the second woman said.
An argument during the storm? That probably meant that either the man or woman was the dragon shifter, after all when our emotions are heightened it’s hard to control the storm powers.
“Excuse me,” I said as I exited the bushes, “what apartment number was this woman’s?” I asked.
They both looked at me, surprised, but after a look up and down my figure, one of them smiled.
“It’s number 403, darling,” the smiling woman answered.
“Helen!” said the other woman.
“Thank you!” I exclaimed as I went into the apartment building.
The building’s insides weren’t much to look at; it was old and a little musty. I took the stairs up to the fourth floor and searched for the number 403. The golden numbers decorated a brown door to my left.
I shifted my hands into claws and began to pick at the lock. It only took a few minutes of fiddling before a satisfying click sounded. I laughed a little to myself, I was still good. I opened the brown door into the apartment and took in my surroundings.
It looked as if someone lived here. All their belongings were still intact and it seemed very lived in… but there was dust on the counters and tables. I closed the door behind me as I walked into the room. The hardwood floor clicked underneath the dress shoes I stole from the man on the roof. There was a coffee table and a couch across from a television. Behind the couch was the kitchen, which overlooked the entire room. There was a hallway, so I walked down it. There were three doors, two bedrooms and a bathroom.
Maybe the man and woman lived together? The women had also mentioned a child… I went into the first bedroom. It was a child’s, a boy’s. Toys were scattered across the floor and there was a small single bed and a crib inside of the room. Wooden letters decorated the wall that spelled out the name Michael.
I exited the room and went into the next bedroom. This one was a woman’s, not a man and a woman’s. The smell was the first thing that greeted me, it was something familiar but I couldn’t place it. There was a twin bed with blue covers that had lace patterns on it. The room had mismatching furniture but was well kept; there were no clothes on the floor or random makeup on the dresser.
I walked inside and opened a random dresser drawer. Inside it was various kinds of underwear, panties, and bras. There was no instance of a man in this woman’s life from the looks of it. Somehow my stomach churned at the smell of the room again, something was worrying me.
I exited the woman’s bedroom and went into the final door. Inside was a bathroom with a tub, a sink, and a
“May I try these on?” I asked the clerk.
“Sure thing,” they replied.
I finally changed out of that terrible suit and into a fit black t-shirt and jeans. No underwear but I can’t have everything. I snipped off the tags with my claws and climbed up out of the change room. I snuck around the store and exited from the back room. I wasn’t an assassin for nothing. I had to use my skills for other things like stealing when it came down to it… I walked back the way I came and past the street that I had turned on. I went towards where the coordinates Missy gave me were. It led me to an apartment building.
“Fuck,” I cursed.
There were so many people living there, so how was I to figure out if one of them was a shifter? I sighed and ruffled my hair. Two women exited the building and were chattering excitedly about something. I was surprised so I hid in the bushes out of habit.
“I heard she moved out,” one of the women spoke.
“Well I heard she was having an argument with some man during that weird storm,” the other women said.
“Maybe it was her boyfriend?” the first woman suggested.
“Maybe it was the father of her kid!” the second woman said.
An argument during the storm? That probably meant that either the man or woman was the dragon shifter, after all when our emotions are heightened it’s hard to control the storm powers.
“Excuse me,” I said as I exited the bushes, “what apartment number was this woman’s?” I asked.
They both looked at me, surprised, but after a look up and down my figure, one of them smiled.
“It’s number 403, darling,” the smiling woman answered.
“Helen!” said the other woman.
“Thank you!” I exclaimed as I went into the apartment building.
The building’s insides weren’t much to look at; it was old and a little musty. I took the stairs up to the fourth floor and searched for the number 403. The golden numbers decorated a brown door to my left.
I shifted my hands into claws and began to pick at the lock. It only took a few minutes of fiddling before a satisfying click sounded. I laughed a little to myself, I was still good. I opened the brown door into the apartment and took in my surroundings.
It looked as if someone lived here. All their belongings were still intact and it seemed very lived in… but there was dust on the counters and tables. I closed the door behind me as I walked into the room. The hardwood floor clicked underneath the dress shoes I stole from the man on the roof. There was a coffee table and a couch across from a television. Behind the couch was the kitchen, which overlooked the entire room. There was a hallway, so I walked down it. There were three doors, two bedrooms and a bathroom.
Maybe the man and woman lived together? The women had also mentioned a child… I went into the first bedroom. It was a child’s, a boy’s. Toys were scattered across the floor and there was a small single bed and a crib inside of the room. Wooden letters decorated the wall that spelled out the name Michael.
I exited the room and went into the next bedroom. This one was a woman’s, not a man and a woman’s. The smell was the first thing that greeted me, it was something familiar but I couldn’t place it. There was a twin bed with blue covers that had lace patterns on it. The room had mismatching furniture but was well kept; there were no clothes on the floor or random makeup on the dresser.
I walked inside and opened a random dresser drawer. Inside it was various kinds of underwear, panties, and bras. There was no instance of a man in this woman’s life from the looks of it. Somehow my stomach churned at the smell of the room again, something was worrying me.
I exited the woman’s bedroom and went into the final door. Inside was a bathroom with a tub, a sink, and a
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