Fatal Sight (Harbingers Of Death Book 2) LeAnn Mason (animal farm read .txt) đź“–
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“First target is detaching!” The hellhound’s pitch was calm and cool while also deep and booming to reach her ears over the song. Jessica knew Cole well enough to read the tension coiled beneath. As the crowd dispersed, his massive dark form revealed itself, his abnormal amber eyes staring at hers.
They didn’t have much time. But first, they needed the second soul. Who was the second target? Who had Aria seen in her vision? And when would the death happen?
Cole spoke to Aria urgently, his dreads swinging, large hands gesturing, probably asking the same question in Jessica’s mind. Their thoughts were pretty in-sync after years of working together. The banshee’s head was tipped down, silver hair covering her pale face. She shook her head at Cole.
Jessica backed up further as she became the center of the gathering of inmates. She clambered backward onto a picnic table, surrounded as if by a pool of sharks… with very active libidos. Several people scrambled up after her. She kicked and stepped on fingers, keeping them at bay. Most remained on the benches, but frequently, one would crawl up onto the table. Hands reached out, pawing her orange jumpsuit, groping her curves, toying with the blonde curls framing her face.
She had her back against a metaphorical wall.
Darn it all to heck. Aria needed to hurry up. The siren was worn slap out.
Though their jail-time for this mission hadn’t been much more than a week, Aria pinpointing their first target quickly through her dreams, it was long enough that this short song was depleting Jessica’s powers. A nibble of that downed inmate might have been wise. Jessica reckoned it was too late for that.
A pair of wet lips smashed against her ear, a slobbery tongue laving the tip, and a pair of teeth much more blunt than her own nipped the lobe.
Normally, she’d be down for some yard games with these cooped-up and fiery femme criminales. But she was in battle mode. Instead of the usual zing, a rush of annoyance, exacerbated by the state of their affairs, caused her to lift the back of her hand to brush the offender away. Too much force caused her to smack her knuckles into a fleshy cheek.
The offender growled when the tap didn’t do much damage beyond wrenching the woman from the thrall under which Jessica’s song had put her. The next pair of hands to grab her were rougher and not in a way that sent a thrill to her hoo-ha.
Aria and Cole were still talking. Raven, who’d been circling over their heads, took advantage of the shift in attention to land next to them as a slender, dark-haired woman. She joined the argument. Cole was getting irate, muzzle extending into a snout, canine teeth hanging over his lips. When he jabbed a finger toward Jessica, who had begun yet another verse of her song, his finger was tipped with a sharp claw.
Aria looked up then, following the stretch of his finger, to see Jessica’s current predicament. Her face wasn’t filled with the shame Jessica thought it ought to be. Instead, it was bloodless with fear, her black lipstick and eyeliner making her pale skin and wide, icy eyes pop. Aria’s lips rolled, and for a moment, she looked like she was going to throw up. But their eye contact didn’t cut away as Aria opened her mouth, and what expelled from it was not vomit — it was a bloody murder scream. Aria had involuntarily revealed the second target’s identity with the direction of her gaze and, with her vocal cords, informed them that the death of the second target was imminent, not just forthcoming. This gang fight was going to claim a second life soon.
Raven turned huge, round, onyx eyes toward her gal pal, already moving toward Jessica. Between one stride and the next, she pulled the taser from Cole’s belt — the only weapon around.
Cole’s red eyes blazed toward Jessica, his body morphing the rest of the way into a snarling, giant, black wolf-dog mid-leap as he bounded toward the siren.
Behind them, Aria continued to wail in that same spot as if her feet were rooted to the ground.
Jessica’s song dripped and stuttered to a halt.
Immediately, the mass around her began to undulate in a roiling boil, more hands grabbing, pulling, wrenching.
But which one was their target?
Jessica tried to peer around her for someone who looked like they were in a tight spot and not going to make it. It was impossible to even pinpoint one individual; she was surrounded by the throes of chaos.
Limbs, heads, bodies were everywhere. Feet stepped on hers. Someone yanked backward on her ugly regulation sweatshirt, and she choked, stumbling toward the edge of the table.
The weight against her throat had her gasping for air until she could cock her arm and slam an elbow behind her. The grasping fingers released.
Over their heads, Jessica could just make out Ember’s red hair through the translucent outline of the soul of their first target. The girl’s unseeing cinnamon eyes stared back at Jessica. But she would be back. Jessica wasn’t worried. Their phoenix would find her way back to them. She always did.
Between Jessica and Ember, their first target’s soul was floating over a supine body splayed in a pool of blood with a piece of pipe thrust into its neck. Many other wounds marred the body.
Jessica figured once they finished with the second target, she might be allowed to have a little snack, especially considering she was doing all of the work. The authorities wouldn’t notice a few bites amongst that mess, and the cause of death was
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