TITLE: Demon Connection
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
"Ticket, Ma'am?" The bored, nasally question came from the acne-ridden youth behind the kiosk.
I squinted, as if trying to focus, as I swayed gently in the hot summer breeze. Now what kind of idiot would think I was sober enough to drive? "Nope. Din't drive."
"Call you a taxi?"
"No, thanksh. I live that-a-way." Vaguely fluttering my hand toward the right, I walked unsteadily down the curve of the hotel drive away from the bright lights and human intervention. Night had settled in, along with an eerie darkness. The city had been saving money by turning off the unnecessary street lights. I knew I was a walking target, whether it was a mugger, gangbanger or demon, now that was the question.
A block away from the hotel, I stopped at the first intersection and pressed the button to change the signal. If I'd lost the demon, I'd be royally pissed off. Screwing up and having someone else paid the price was not acceptable. I couldn't let it happen again.
Don't play the blame game yet, Danica. Focus
As I waited for the light to change—not like I needed to wait, since there was almost no traffic—a warm dank breeze washed past my face, bearing a hint of evil—decay and death.
The demon had flown ahead of me to set up an ambush.
A smirk quirked my lips.
Ah, but who would ambush whom?