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Until the shade leaped over the garden gate of number thirty-six.
I yelped, jumping back. My palms heated with power, the moon symbols sparkling with blue energy.
The red-eyed creature hissed, hopping from foot to foot. “The Moon! The Sun!”
Isaac destroyed it with his shade-killing beam, the wind carrying its ashes away.
“Fucker,” my brother grumbled, the sun marks aglow on his skin.
Another shade appeared, behaving in the same manner. I dealt with it as a third appeared, then a fourth, then ten more.
Oh my God! They streamed out of number thirty-six’s garden, spreading across the road, blocking this end of the crescent.
Not attacking.
But we did.
Isaac and I blasted them to ashes, no shade horn going off.
Weird.
Ten more shades replaced the fallen. Hissing, still not attacking us.
What the hell? Something wasn’t right here. And why hadn’t the Radiance Pulse Cannons fired yet? Damn slow-moving crap. The High Coven seriously needed to fund the much-needed upgrade they kept banging on about. Along with replacing the shade horn of this area.
“What’s going on?” Isaac demanded from the shades.
They hissed back at him, saying nothing, crimson eyes flickering like flames trapped in their shadowy heads.
I glanced over at number thirty-six. The porch light on, the front door open, swinging in the wind. A pair of crimson eyes blinked to life in the darkness beyond, followed by another.
A scratching dread appeared in my chest. “We should get out of here.”
Isaac growled. “What? No way am I running from a fight.”
Don’t be cocky,I thought. “Let’s get off the streets and call Stefan. Shades don’t behave like this.”
I wasn’t an expert on their behavior, but my instincts fired several warning shots.
Chewing on my bottom lip, I gestured for us to go back around the crescent. Honestly, I didn’t fancy fleeing a fight either. Yet being smart took precedence right now.
Drake’s fingers lit up blue.
“Who are you looking for?” I asked.
“Stefan.”
My stomach flipped. Stefan? Did he think the High Inquisitor had something to do with this? He’d told us to come here after all.
Crap. Had we been played? No. Ridiculous. What would an inquisitor gain from messing with shades?
The passenger door of a white car beside me opened. Stefan’s bald head appeared, followed by a blue suit and a cold, unnerving expression on his pock-marked face.
Oh. My. God.
Chapter 32
DRAKE
