by another streetlamp blowing a bulb. The sharp pop made me jump. âWhat is it with these cheap-ass lights? Or did Meiers Corners forget to pay its electric bill, too?â
Julianâs fingers tightened on my elbow. âDonât blame the city.â The hunter face was back in spades. His eyes were bright violet, like Boâs when he got really angry. And he was working his jaw like he tasted something nasty. âApparently some people donât know a warning when they hear it.â
Four figures swirled out of the dark. Three long coats and a suit.
Julian inclined his head toward them. âGentlemen,â he said, his voice dark and thorny.
If I thought by his calm nod he was being all friendly, that dangerous tone would have clued me otherwise. That, and the fact that he was grinding my elbow into powder with his tight grip.
âEmerson.â The lead suit greeted him cautiously.
âDid you deliver my message to your bosses already?â Julian was the epitome of cool. He could have been at a Victorian tea party, asking âone lump or twoâ.
The suit shrugged. âWe phoned it in.â
âIt doesnât have the same impact if they didnât see myâ¦little gift.â
âWe took a picture.â One of the leathercoats held up a cell phone.
At least Julian wasnât so digitally challenged that he didnât recognize a camera phone. âAh. And their response?â
The suit shrugged again. âYou die.â
âSo you waited until I was alone.â
âHey,â I objected.
âYes.â The suit smiled. And his canines were really long.
I leaned closer to Julian. âFour of them, two of us,â I said under my breath. âWeâll have a better chance with a plan. You take the toothy Lupin, Iâll take the left coat.â But as I started to move, something tugged my head forward, and the lights went out.
I was suddenly blind. Couldnât see a damn thing.
Fighting down panic, I realized something covered my head. Something clingy and soft. At least I hadnât had a stroke. Struggling with the thing, I realized it was some sort of cloth. A sack? A hood?
Growling and snarling slashed the air around me. It sounded like a pack of ravenous dogs. I had to do something. But how could I fight without my sight?
A couple quick little snicks were followed by a deeper ka-click .
And I realized I could fightâwith my ears! I swung both fists. Hit nothing .
In front of me came a sound uncomfortably like meat tearing. I flailed at it, again swiping air.
And then came that terrible, awful sound I hoped never to hear again. Wet plopping. Blood, spattering onto the pavement.
Inside my restraint, I gasped for breath. I had to see! I reached for my face but a roar startled me into falling on my ass. The voice was Julianâif Julian had eaten a lion. What the hell was going on? Frantically, I tore at the cloth over my face. It wouldnât come off.
My fingers hit some lumps in the stuff. Gathers, like a tie in a channel of cloth.
It was my hoodie! My own freaking hoodie. I traced down until I found the laces. They were knotted tight.
Blindly I picked at the knot. Around me were sounds of a fierce fight. Four against one. I could only imagine the beating poor paper-pushing Julian was taking. If only I could help! The knot loosened but refused to come free. In impotent fury I jerked at the hood, as if I could rip it open. The cloth remained stubbornly whole.
The sound of fighting died away. What was going on now? Was Julian down? Was heâ¦no, he couldnât be dead. Julian Emerson, Super Suitguy, was too damn arrogant to be dead.
But it was so silent. What else was I to think? And what would happen to me if Julian wasâ¦down?
Chapter Six
Hands came around my waist. I went ballistic, hitting and scratching with no finesse at all. Strong fingers grabbed my wrists, restraining me. Arms wrapped around me like steel