about them was the same, their clothes, their eyes, the dimples in their cheeks.
The knot of scar tissue on their foreheads.
“We are here on behalf of Packleader Adrian,” the one on the left said. He sounded just like his brother. “You are to come with us.”
And with that, they started walking my way.
9
I didn’t like the idea of drawing my weapons in the Polaris mall parking lot, especially with a couple of Mephisto’s goons standing at the door, but I had no choice. The two vamps by the door were far enough away, it was unlikely they would see what was going on until after the first blow landed. I hoped that would give me enough time to escape before they could call in help.
I drew my gun and kept it pointed low. Since it was small, it was the least likely of my weapons, outside my knives, to draw attention right away. No one would know I was packing silver bullets until I shot them.
Both men replaced their cowboy hats and walked slowly toward me, as if afraid I might bolt if they moved too fast.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Lefty said. The way he said it, however, made it clear he wouldn’t mind roughing me up a bit. Add to that the way his eyes were already a feral yellow, and I knew he was just itching for a fight.
“Stay the fuck back,” I said, taking a step back so I couldn’t be seen from the front of the mall. “Make another move and I’ll shoot.”
Righty snarled and took a step forward.
So I shot him in the leg.
The Glock I used had been modified by Ethan and his demon so that the bullets moved slower and would stick in anything they hit. The silver would then be stuck in my target, leaving a supe paralyzed until someone dug out the bullet. And while his modifications also made the gun quieter than it otherwise would be when fired, it was still loud as hell when you didn’t want others to notice.
Righty screamed in agony as he dropped. He grabbed his knee, thrashing on the ground. The silver wouldn’t work on Adrian’s wolves, but a gunshot wound was still a gunshot wound.
I turned my gun on Lefty, who was standing with both hands in the air. A gust of wind blew the cowboy hat from his head and even though he winced at its loss, he didn’t make a move to retrieve it.
“I’d turn around and leave if I were you,” I said. “I’m in no mood to be fucked with. It’s too cold. Go back and tell Adrian I’ll deal with him when I’m damn well ready, not when he sends two bozos like you to collect me.”
Lefty stood there, frowning. He didn’t make a move toward me, which would have earned him a bullet to the leg like his brother, but he didn’t turn to leave either.
“I’m serious,” I said. I was growing nervous. Someone had to have heard that gunshot, and even though they wouldn’t know the bullets were silver, they’d still wonder why I was shooting people up in the parking lot without Mephisto’s permission.
“I can’t leave without you,” Lefty said. It looked as though it pained him to say it.
“You’ll just have to manage.”
He looked down at his twin, who had stopped thrashing on the ground. Though his eyes were still yellow, he wasn’t screaming in pain anymore. He looked more frightened than hurt, and for some reason, that scared me.
“You don’t understand—”
He cut off as my aim firmed on him. He took a deep breath and bowed his head once before reaching down to help his brother to his feet.
And that’s when we all heard the running footsteps.
Lefty’s eyes widened as he looked behind him. “Go,” he said, shooing me as if I were some annoying fly. “Get out of here.”
I hesitated, undecided whether I should be pissed at how he dismissed me or if I should take his advice and run. The hesitation cost me my chance to get away clean.
Something roared on the other side of the van and I knew I had to move fast. Instead of leaping onto my Honda and tearing out of there, I stepped forward, closer to Adrian’s wolves. I couldn’t
The knot of scar tissue on their foreheads.
“We are here on behalf of Packleader Adrian,” the one on the left said. He sounded just like his brother. “You are to come with us.”
And with that, they started walking my way.
9
I didn’t like the idea of drawing my weapons in the Polaris mall parking lot, especially with a couple of Mephisto’s goons standing at the door, but I had no choice. The two vamps by the door were far enough away, it was unlikely they would see what was going on until after the first blow landed. I hoped that would give me enough time to escape before they could call in help.
I drew my gun and kept it pointed low. Since it was small, it was the least likely of my weapons, outside my knives, to draw attention right away. No one would know I was packing silver bullets until I shot them.
Both men replaced their cowboy hats and walked slowly toward me, as if afraid I might bolt if they moved too fast.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” Lefty said. The way he said it, however, made it clear he wouldn’t mind roughing me up a bit. Add to that the way his eyes were already a feral yellow, and I knew he was just itching for a fight.
“Stay the fuck back,” I said, taking a step back so I couldn’t be seen from the front of the mall. “Make another move and I’ll shoot.”
Righty snarled and took a step forward.
So I shot him in the leg.
The Glock I used had been modified by Ethan and his demon so that the bullets moved slower and would stick in anything they hit. The silver would then be stuck in my target, leaving a supe paralyzed until someone dug out the bullet. And while his modifications also made the gun quieter than it otherwise would be when fired, it was still loud as hell when you didn’t want others to notice.
Righty screamed in agony as he dropped. He grabbed his knee, thrashing on the ground. The silver wouldn’t work on Adrian’s wolves, but a gunshot wound was still a gunshot wound.
I turned my gun on Lefty, who was standing with both hands in the air. A gust of wind blew the cowboy hat from his head and even though he winced at its loss, he didn’t make a move to retrieve it.
“I’d turn around and leave if I were you,” I said. “I’m in no mood to be fucked with. It’s too cold. Go back and tell Adrian I’ll deal with him when I’m damn well ready, not when he sends two bozos like you to collect me.”
Lefty stood there, frowning. He didn’t make a move toward me, which would have earned him a bullet to the leg like his brother, but he didn’t turn to leave either.
“I’m serious,” I said. I was growing nervous. Someone had to have heard that gunshot, and even though they wouldn’t know the bullets were silver, they’d still wonder why I was shooting people up in the parking lot without Mephisto’s permission.
“I can’t leave without you,” Lefty said. It looked as though it pained him to say it.
“You’ll just have to manage.”
He looked down at his twin, who had stopped thrashing on the ground. Though his eyes were still yellow, he wasn’t screaming in pain anymore. He looked more frightened than hurt, and for some reason, that scared me.
“You don’t understand—”
He cut off as my aim firmed on him. He took a deep breath and bowed his head once before reaching down to help his brother to his feet.
And that’s when we all heard the running footsteps.
Lefty’s eyes widened as he looked behind him. “Go,” he said, shooing me as if I were some annoying fly. “Get out of here.”
I hesitated, undecided whether I should be pissed at how he dismissed me or if I should take his advice and run. The hesitation cost me my chance to get away clean.
Something roared on the other side of the van and I knew I had to move fast. Instead of leaping onto my Honda and tearing out of there, I stepped forward, closer to Adrian’s wolves. I couldn’t
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