TITLE: Touch of Death (#27)
GENRE: Urban Fantasy
“Yeah, I needed this like I needed a hole in the head,” Jordan groaned. Although given her present situation, probably not the best choice of words.
“Hey Princess! Are you deaf?” the demanding voice growled. But she simple sat there unmoved and continued to drink her double caff venti macchiato – or whatever the mortal called it.
Her cell went off with an incoming text. It read: D kindly requests your presence back at home.
Of course she does. Jordan sighed and stood up to leave. Grabbing her coat, she began to walk towards the door.
“I’m sorry, but am I interrupting something?” the brute snapped again, impatiently.
The cell dinged again and Jordan groaned. She lifted the phone and read: Immediately if not sooner!
With a deafening bang and a loud scream from everyone else in the restaurant, Jordan saw her impatient cell shot to pieces out of her hand.
“Now, as I was saying, ARE YOU DEAF?” The man aimed his loaded weapon at the back of her head.
“Well if I wasn’t before I am now. Thanks.” She put her hand to her ear in an effort to stop the ringing.
“Then let me repeat. This is a hold up so get your ass on the ground or kiss it goodbye!” The trembling figures of the restaurant’s other patrons starred up at her from the floor, silently begging her to just do as they said.
“Look, Moron, why don’t you and your little friends just run along before you get yourselves hurt.”
“Moron?” The man snapped his fingers and one his cronies charged over to grabbed hold of her, but Jordan grabbed his hand and twisted it backward causing an audible crack.
“I suggest you keep your hands to yourself,” she replied.
The man stumbled backwards.