Dark Strike by Kim Richardson

Author:Kim Richardson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: vampires, urban fantasy, supernatural, contemporary, shifters, angels and demons, new adult, witches and wizards, urban fantasy series
Publisher: Kim Richardson

CHAPTER 17

We ran through the rush of humans along West 42nd Street in Manhattan. Enormous stone and glass buildings rose around us on either side. Massive billboards and television screens the size of cars blinked down at us. The busy street overwhelmed my ears with loud honks and running motors. The smell of grease and beer from the pubs reached me, and so did the roasted peanuts, asphalt, and the stink of exhaust.

Thousands of locals and tourists scrambled along the streets, laughing and enjoying the city life. The street was packed with the usual business types: women and men in expensive suits, carrying café lattes in one hand while chatting on their cell phones with the other.

“Do you know where on 42nd street?” came Tyrius’s voice in my ear. The cat’s body was wrapped around my neck like a scarf.

“Near 9th Avenue,” I panted back, aware of a human woman eyeing me strangely. Then her eyes widened as she spotted a large white dog jogging next to me when I rushed past her.

Okay, so we looked a little weird. It wasn’t every day you saw a man in a fedora hat and a long black trench coat, a woman with a cat wrapped around her neck and a white wolf running alongside without a leash or collar. We were a true motley crew, and that’s how I liked it.

The green sign with 9th Avenue written in white letters came into view. “There. We’re here,” I said as I halted at the corner of the street, my lungs about to burst out of my chest.

Tyrius shifted around my shoulders. “I’m not seeing any necromancers. Mutt? You getting any necro vibes down there?”

Lance looked over at the wave of humanity. “Would it surprise your whiskers that I do?” I wasn’t alarmed that the dog had spoken right in the middle of a cluster of humans. To them, it sounded just like an ordinary dog barking and not the voice of a person.

“Don’t you bring my whiskers into this,” mewed the cat.

Gareth brushed up against me. “Where are they?” His long coat swung around him like a cape, a super-elf.

The white dog cocked his head to the side. “Right here.”

A human man walked by and patted Lance’s head. “Cute dog.” He flashed me his teeth and walked away.

It was really hard not to laugh at the expression on Lance’s face, part horror, and part anger. What did he expect? He’d chosen to wear the guise of a dog, and a big white one at that. He was bound to get some attention.

“Here?” Tyrius moved to my left shoulder. “We’re here. And I don’t see them. Looks like you’re not as smart as you think you are, Benji.”

The dog’s ears flattened on his head. “I’m telling you. The necromancers are here. I can sense their energies.”

“Their energies,” I repeated, wishing I had those powerful angel senses again. I kinda missed that. And my superspeed. I knew angels had heightened abilities to sense the supernatural, but in a crowd of thousands of mortals with their own energies, that was seriously impressive.

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