Death's Door (Supernatural Security Force Book 3) by Heather Hildenbrand

Author:Heather Hildenbrand [Hildenbrand, Heather]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: PNR/UF
Published: 2020-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“How’d it go with Rourke the peniscork?”

I jumped, startled at the sudden break in the silence. A few pedestrians gave me the side-eye, but I ignored them and kept walking.

“Angel balls, Gran. You scared the shit out of me.”

“How do you think I feel? I’ve been looking for you everywhere, and I track you down to find you looking like the ghost of Adelaide Montgomery.”

“Who is Adelaide Montgomery?” I asked.

“She was senior prom queen in my high school. Voted most likely to become a famous actress. After three kids, her curves got away from her, and she went under the knife and never came out again.”

I shot her a look that I could only hope contained the same amount of ire my normal face would have. Expressing my emotions from a face that wasn’t mine was weird. “Are you saying she died having plastic surgery?”

Even with her tiny June bug eyes, I could feel Gran’s gaze sweeping over my too-perfect cleavage and wrinkle-free face.

“I’m saying you look like Adelaide did at her wake. By then, half her lips had come from her ass.”

I shook my head, refocusing on my surroundings as I continued to click-click along the quiet street. Angel balls, these heels were killing me.

“How did you even know it was me?” I asked.

“Please.” She snorted. “I’d know you if you took the form of a cow’s cud, girl. You’re part of me.”

I decided not to delve too deeply into the cud comment.

“You givin’ me the silent treatment then?” she asked a moment later.

I sighed. “No, Gran. I just need to focus.”

“Ohh, you’re on a mission.” She buzzed along a little faster now, giving me the side-eye. “Well, hopefully, the goal isn’t to blend in.”

I scowled. “Stop being judgy. I’m sure the girl whose skin I’m copying is very nice.”

Gran snorted. “Right. That’s what guys look for in girls who wear their nipples like two brooches. Nice.”

I huffed and went back to scanning the passers-by for any kind of threat—or recognition. Since leaving Fergie with Adrik, I’d already run into two different protests, each one glamoured to look like a human civil rights demonstration. In reality, they’d been crowds of supes marching for their right to hate on the SSF and its asshole council.

If I hadn’t been a fugitive, I would have marched with them. Considering the circumstances, I opted to go around the large assemblies. It took longer, but it kept me from being noticed. A reroute that had also shown me the aftermath of three different demon battles. Humans had to know something was wrong. Even with glamours and headlines that claimed natural disasters or human-on-human violence, the damage was everywhere these days.

Jax had worried about the exposure of moving around so freely, but out of the three of us, I wasn’t the one they’d spot. Not when I could borrow forms easier than Gran borrowed trouble.

“This isn’t your fight, Gran. You should go home. Be with Mom. Or your friends.”

“Are you kidding me?”

Her wings buzzed, and she surged forward, only to curve around and come to a stop right in front of my face.

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