Lately, though, the Nephilim, those half-demon, half-human abominations, had started showing up in the city again in greater numbers, and just a few weeks ago the Venators had found their hive and destroyed it.Īra had followed her guy for three days straight as he wandered around the city. Things had been relatively peaceful for the last decade since the War had ended, except for a renegade vampire or a demon popping up every now and then. These days, that was all it took to rouse suspicion from the brass, who were still twitchy after last month's raid.
Policy mandated that anyone who didn't read as mortal and wasn't registered with the Coven had to be checked out. Besides, she liked the way she smelled, like sweat and hard work, after spending the last seventy-two hours sitting on her suspect. If she was lucky and the L train was running without delays, she might just make it in time without catching heat from the chief, which she really didn't need right now. She smelled pretty ripe, but there was nothing she could do about that now. She should really clean this place once in a while.
She ran to the sink, splashed water on her face, finger combed her platinum bangs, and smoothed the soft, shorn hair at the back of her neck as she met her dark, baleful eyes in the mirror.Īra wiped her hands and face on her lone, grungy, gray towel and took a rueful glance at the squalor that was her home-the nest of sheets, half-empty Chinese food containers on the kitchen counter, dust balls that seemed to be growing out of the walls like a cozy gray fungus. She scrambled into her clothes, putting on a worn black sweater over her thin black tank top, grabbing a pair of black jeans from the pile on the floor, and pulling them up over her skinny hips. She'd dreamed she was late for work again and she was right-that wasn't the snooze button she'd hit. Half an hour later, Araminta Scott jumped out from underneath the blankets, kicking off the covers and cursing loudly.
T HE ALARM WENT OFF like an air-raid siren at midnight, and the hand that shot out of the bed slammed the snooze button so hard the side table shook.
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