Sticks & Stones: (Urban Fantasy) (Daughters of Hecate Book 2) by Merdith Medina

Author:Merdith Medina [Medina, Merdith]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: FireHive Media
Published: 2017-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

14

Everything was going to shit, and I was tired of sitting around waiting for things to happen. If Eli was going to be out with the Blood Idiots all night, that would give me a chance to talk to Bishop. He didn’t trust the Laudan delinquents any more than I did, and he’d probably be pissed that they were distracting Eli from his band commitments. If Mutually Assured Destruction was about to go into the studio again, he wouldn’t want anything to fuck with that, and I had a feeling that those douchebags would do exactly that.

I had to talk to him. The question was, would he want to talk to me?

The wound in my side would have to be re-bound, walking into a Laudan den while bleeding wasn’t the smartest idea, but I had to go. If this Blood Outlaw situation wasn’t nipped in the bud, it would get out of hand fast.

I worked quickly to refresh the poultice on my ribs before binding it tightly with a length of black fabric. The more layers between my blood and them, the better.

The path I took to the subway was different than my usual route, but I figured I should be a little more cautious. I’d developed habits that could get me injured, or worse, burnt.

The train rattled toward the city, and I checked my glamour in the windows. Red hair, black jacket… fine, but the reflection of my face was blurred – as though someone had smeared Vaseline over the window. Perfect.

The last few days had shaken a bit of my self-confidence, but now that I was out of the apartment and back on the streets I loved so much, it began to come back.

A light rain began to fall as I exited the subway, and I picked up my pace. Spiral’s red neon sign flickered and hummed and I could hear the faint sizzle of the drops hitting the hot tubes of light.

It was early, but the line of leather-clad punks waiting to get in already snaked down the street. Church stood with his arms folded over his chest, bathed in the red light. It gave his already imposing figure a more sinister cast, turning him into a scarlet gargoyle looming overhead.

“Hey,” I greeted the big Laudan casually, trying to squish down my nervousness. “Is Bishop in tonight?”

Church regarded me thoughtfully, his eyebrow raised behind his dark glasses. Eli wasn’t playing tonight; I didn’t really have a reason to be here. Instant suspicion. Seconds ticked by, and I started to fidget.

“You owe me some drink tickets,” he said. His fangs glinted and I swallowed hard and then shrugged nonchalantly.

“I didn’t think you’d notice. Besides, I only used one.”

Church smirked and jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “Bishop’s here,” he said gruffly. “But if he has time to talk to you I’ll be really fucking surprised.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“You’re welcome,” he replied pleasantly. “No drink tickets this time.” He unclipped the rope to let me pass and I flashed him the fakest smile I could manage.

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