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“There were no windows left to shatter, no more screaming, and nothing left to burn, but anger flowed through the gaean neighborhoods in a constant undercurrent.
Rage had been scarred into the face of the city. It showed in the tags spray-painted on the walls—phrases like, “YOUR SANCTUARY, YOUR SELFISHNESS.” People had posted fake election posters of Rylie Gresham with the eyes blacked out and bullet holes in her forehead. There was still glass in the gutters. The smell of melted rubber lingered in the air.
Nothing was going to alleviate that anger except the election for a new Alpha. It was only hours away now. The clock hands turned, winding tension tighter and tighter throughout New York City, throughout North America, within Deirdre’s chest.
Something was going to snap.
“Steady,” Deirdre said. “Wait for my mark.”
“I heard you the first seventeen times,” Lucifer said. The vampire lord was using a Walkie Talkie from the opposite rooftop. She could make out his dark figure moving agai...nst the stormy black night.MoreLess
Rage had been scarred into the face of the city. It showed in the tags spray-painted on the walls—phrases like, “YOUR SANCTUARY, YOUR SELFISHNESS.” People had posted fake election posters of Rylie Gresham with the eyes blacked out and bullet holes in her forehead. There was still glass in the gutters. The smell of melted rubber lingered in the air.
Nothing was going to alleviate that anger except the election for a new Alpha. It was only hours away now. The clock hands turned, winding tension tighter and tighter throughout New York City, throughout North America, within Deirdre’s chest.
Something was going to snap.
“Steady,” Deirdre said. “Wait for my mark.”
“I heard you the first seventeen times,” Lucifer said. The vampire lord was using a Walkie Talkie from the opposite rooftop. She could make out his dark figure moving agai...nst the stormy black night.MoreLess
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