Owl and the City of Angels by Kristi Charish

Author:Kristi Charish
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Pocket Star

Lady Siyu was waiting for us on the other side of the doors, and she looked pissed. That I’d expected, not the complete lack of composure. I couldn’t look away from her collar . . . my God . . . was it crooked? Come to think of it, Lady Siyu looked downright disheveled . . . for her,­ that is.

“Explain yoursssself,” she said.

“Lady Siyu, I thought you’d be jumping for joy. Not only did I manage to retrieve all three artifacts, I cursed myself in the process. I ought to be dead in seven—no, wait, make that six more days. Oh yeah, and Daphne told a room full of supernaturals I was the thief—”

“Enough!” Her hands clenched at her sides, the red fingernails digging into her pale skin. “Why did you touch the pieces yourself when you were specifically told not to?”

OK, asking the obvious now . . . in spite of myself and being very familiar with her temper and disdain for, well, me, I frowned. “Wow, let me see. Minor act of rebellion against my Snake God overlord?” Lady Siyu’s snarl didn’t dissipate, so I added, “Trust me, I’m a hell of a lot more pissed off about it than you.”

Lady Siyu snarled something in supernatural to Rynn.

That was . . . unusual. I’d never seen her actually show anything but polite coldness to him before—not to his face, anyways.

Apparently, Rynn knew something I didn’t. He stepped past a still fuming Lady Siyu into the slot machine maze without a word.

OK, I wasn’t even pretending to understand what supernatural bullshit had just transpired. Left with a choice between Rynn and Lady Siyu? I gave Lady Siyu a wide berth and caught up to Rynn. “Since when can you find your way through this?” I asked him.

“Since I never told you because you’re a thief.”

I heard Lady Siyu’s heels click behind us a heartbeat later, but she kept her distance.

We took a right turn that hadn’t been there last time. I swear the place reorganized every time I walked through. Another right turn later and we arrived at Mr. Kurosawa’s private lounge.

The first thing I noticed was that the décor had changed since the last time. The off-white and gold light fixtures were now deep red with a smattering of gold, casting the space in gold-flecked red light. Instead of the white leather couch, Mr. Kurosawa was sitting on a bloodred version, and the modern mirrored coffee table had been replaced by a wooden base topped with a slick black surface. It still reflected the room, but more akin to through a looking glass darkly. The white marble bar had also been replaced with a darker red—almost black—shade, run through with gold flecks. Mr. Kurosawa himself was dressed in a designer black suit, but his skin was tinged a deep maroon and his eyes were pools of black. Smoke rose off his skin in waves.

God, I hoped to hell that wasn’t directed at me.

As my eyes adapted to the low light, my stomach churned.

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