And if they did that, they could recognize the two warriors for what they were, and no cabbie wanted two armed kyn in the back. An observer would need paranormal blood to see them, to be able to pierce the veil of obscurity that shrouded them whenever they preferred not to be seen. Although several cabs passed the tall couple, none stopped-as if they didnвЂ™t see them.Д«ecause they didnвЂ™t. вЂњFucking hate this time of night,вЂќ Feral grumbled as they reached the end of the road, stopping on the corner like two club-goers waiting for a cab.

She nodded as they passed, a silent warning to not take more than the women theyвЂ™d lured into the shadows could afford and to wipe their preyвЂ™s memories when they were done. As they walked, she spotted at least three kyn feeding in the shadows. The people pouring out were usually high with alcohol and other substances surging through their veins, which lowered their reactions and numbed their survival instincts. This time of night was always a favorite for predators, paranormal or not. Nearing kick-out time for the nightclubs, the street was busy, which was the reason theyвЂ™d checked out this area first. So, theyвЂ™d elected to cover Southside and then head over to their usual patrol route. It wasnвЂ™t part of their usual route, but with Marak off on honeymoon, everyone had to pull extra duty. Scowling, she wrapped her arms closer around herself as she and Feral walked down the main club strip. A young warrior, he was far too enthusiastic and chatty for Vixen on a good day, let alone the foul mood she was in today. If sheвЂ™d ended up with Lucan, whoвЂ™d looked her way with hope in his eyes when she was altering the board, she wouldвЂ™ve had to kill him and leave his body down an empty alley. Having been patrol partners for many years, they fell into companionable silence.ДЄ good thing since she didnвЂ™t feel like talking. SheвЂ™d gotten to the compound early so Kalen couldnвЂ™t pull the same trick he had the night before and switched the names on the board. Hands stuffed in her pockets, her shoulders were rounded as she walked, her body language screaming, вЂњDonвЂ™t talk to me.вЂќ

To say Vixen was distracted the next night on patrol would have been an understatement.

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