Page 47 of Shadow Warrior
“You mean that?”
There was a slight pause and then … “Of course I do.”
I was shaking, trembling with fucking rage. How dare they? This wasmydad,myroad trip,myfucking life. I wanted to burst into the room, smash Trinity in the face, throw Payne over my shoulder, and get the fuck out of this reject reality.
“Easy,” Kash whispered in my ear.
I did my calm-down breathing, but it just made me more pissed off.
“In through the nose and out through the mouth,” Kash instructed.
“Problem is, they can blend in,” Trinity said. “They’re so bland, we can’t notice them during the day.”
“Which is why we hunt them at night,” Payne replied. “When their true form is on display.”
Through the fog of jealousy and anger, realization began to bloom in my head.
“We have the warehouse, the farm, the drains,” Trinity said.
No, no, and no. Another possibility had surged up in my mind.
I gripped Kash’s bicep. “I know where they are.”
He didn’t look shocked. Instead, when I looked up into his eyes, I saw my revelation mirrored there. The possibility that the suckers didn’t have to reveal their true form, that they weren’t constrained by night, that maybe they only shifted to feed. The connection with Earl, with the mention of the inn having been busy these past days.
“The suckers are at the inn,” we said in unison.
And Blake was headed back there with wounded prey.
