Shadow Prophet by Andrea Pearson

Author:Andrea Pearson [Pearson, Andrea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantas
Publisher: Andrea Pearson
Published: 2019-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

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A trip to see him soon was a good idea anyway, since I wanted to ask for an extension. He’d granted me one once before, simply having Melissa increase her visits to multiple times a day. That had been fun, lemme tell you. I hadn’t asked for another extension since because she annoyed me so much. But now that I was trying to figure out a way around murdering Lizzie, it would be worth it. Especially since I’d pretty much put all of the money I’d already secured toward the warehouse—getting the equipment there and buying odds and ends I needed.

A thousand dollars right then would go a long, long way.

Of course, Lizzie still needed to get her amulet. Regardless of how much I could use the money, I wouldn’t get it until her amulet arrived and we were able to start offing hounds.

I said goodbye to Detective Evans and headed to my car. I desperately needed to get caught up on rest and nourishment. I hadn’t needed to use my tracker tattoo that extensively in a long time, and I was really feeling it.

Once at my apartment—thankfully, Melissa hadn’t been there when I’d arrived—I commanded the tattoo to let me sleep for several hours. I couldn’t risk taking longer than that. Not with an impending trip to see the Shadow Prophet, plus still needing to make some headway with Lizzie and what I’d been asked to do for her.

***

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was a need to pop my ears. Weird. That hadn’t happened before. But even after I popped them, I didn’t feel relieved. A pressure was building. I couldn’t tell what from because I’d never sensed it before. Did it originate from the Shadow Prophet? Or from Lizzie? Or was it my own magic? I snorted at that. Not likely.

Regardless, it was unfamiliar and made me anxious and nervous.

Randy, the previous owner of the warehouse, needed me to do a quick job for him.

“How are you at intimidation?” he asked over the phone when I’d returned his call.

“Pretty good.”

“Excellent.”

Knowing what sort of job I’d be doing, I chose clothes that made me look tall, dark, and deadly—a black, tight tee and dark jeans. Glancing in the mirror, I sighed. The silver hair turned my deadly appearance into a stately one instead. I’d need to dye my hair again.

As I did so, I started feeling on edge. I couldn’t tell if it was because I hated dying my hair or if it had to do with the pressure that still hadn’t let up. Maybe it was both.

Once finished, I made my way to the place where Randy wanted me to meet. It was down the street from a junior high. A sinking feeling hit my stomach when I noticed Randy glancing at the school frequently. This wasn’t the sort of job I enjoyed doing—anything involving kids, as a matter of fact, was something I usually turned down.

“Intimidation?” I asked when I joined Randy.

If he noticed the strong hint of skepticism, he didn’t let on.

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