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You know what they say about time giving you perspective? Truer words have never been spoken. The funny thing is, even without being awake for it, I feel all of the years I spent asleep in that cryogenic facility. Been jaded since I woke up. Knew that I'd have to fend for myself in a world that would only seek to take advantage of me.
But, much as hindsight is 20/20, life also has a way of making you complacent when it goes too smoothly. I've grown soft since getting here. The fact that a disappearance even bothers me is proof of that.
I'm better off on my own.
I know that it isn't rational. Having Abel Nightroad as my work partner made me practically invincible by proxy. After all, his body regenerated, provided he had been feeding himself a regular supply of vampire blood, and trust me — vampires aren't hard to find in the city of Darrow. The man was even sure that he could survive being completely decapitated.
Maybe calling him a man would be a bit of a stretch.
Anyway, the point is, I know that I should be taking my danger levels down a notch without Abel around, but frankly, I've got jobs booked up through the new year and I'm not keen on backing down. Anything to keep my mind off the damn fact that I feel like I've been abandoned again, and like I was weak for letting that be a possibility in the first place. So I'm out on the prowl tonight, with the sky pitch dark around me, the only sound that of cars in the distance and the quiet clip of my heels against asphalt.
Today's mark is one I have license to kill, if I spot her. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that, not because I have a problem with killing when it's necessary, but because it always looks better if you bring them back alive.
I'm headed to one of the hidden dive bars in town when I spot him. Harley, walking through this part of town like it's nothing. Fuck.
I could leave him, but... fuck.
Muttering something incomprehensible under my breath, I put on a smile with perfectly lined lips, reaching out to loop my arm around his elbow.
"Hey, I've been looking for you," I say, tone light, even as my eyes are sharp as daggers. "Been waiting long?"
I don't give him much time to reconsider before I press a kiss soft against his cheek.
But, much as hindsight is 20/20, life also has a way of making you complacent when it goes too smoothly. I've grown soft since getting here. The fact that a disappearance even bothers me is proof of that.
I'm better off on my own.
I know that it isn't rational. Having Abel Nightroad as my work partner made me practically invincible by proxy. After all, his body regenerated, provided he had been feeding himself a regular supply of vampire blood, and trust me — vampires aren't hard to find in the city of Darrow. The man was even sure that he could survive being completely decapitated.
Maybe calling him a man would be a bit of a stretch.
Anyway, the point is, I know that I should be taking my danger levels down a notch without Abel around, but frankly, I've got jobs booked up through the new year and I'm not keen on backing down. Anything to keep my mind off the damn fact that I feel like I've been abandoned again, and like I was weak for letting that be a possibility in the first place. So I'm out on the prowl tonight, with the sky pitch dark around me, the only sound that of cars in the distance and the quiet clip of my heels against asphalt.
Today's mark is one I have license to kill, if I spot her. I'm hoping it doesn't come to that, not because I have a problem with killing when it's necessary, but because it always looks better if you bring them back alive.
I'm headed to one of the hidden dive bars in town when I spot him. Harley, walking through this part of town like it's nothing. Fuck.
I could leave him, but... fuck.
Muttering something incomprehensible under my breath, I put on a smile with perfectly lined lips, reaching out to loop my arm around his elbow.
"Hey, I've been looking for you," I say, tone light, even as my eyes are sharp as daggers. "Been waiting long?"
I don't give him much time to reconsider before I press a kiss soft against his cheek.