Hunt Me
“Dakota tasted it, felt it. Could feel it clogging her throat and she wanted to kick her own ass. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t felt anything earlier. It didn’t matter that she hadn’t realized anything bad was going down. What mattered was that she hadn’t been doing her job.
She had been with Drew.
Now somebody was going to die. She knew she wouldn’t get there in time to stop it. She could feel the blood.
Taste it. It hung in the air like a cloud.
Idiot. Stupid, selfish idiot. What had she been thinking?
It was thicker now, the stink of death, thicker as she drew closer to the building, and when she started up the fire escape, it was almost enough to choke her. She heard them.
Voices, whispering. A grunt. A soft, broken moan. The air is thick with the stink of violent, angry lust.
Calling on the shadows, she wrapped herself in them, hiding. Distantly, she was aware of the fading, faltering pulse. The woman, she was dying. I’m sorry...
The window was open. Dakota hesitated.
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