YA Urban Fantasy
The city streets of
held my prey. The normal people. I laughed. They had
no idea I was watching them. Portland
My partner spoke to my mind. “Hunter, stop being such a girl and locate the mark.”
Although the world moved around me, a stillness flowed through my mind letting it open up to the people that passed. The flow of their voices and the chaotic thoughts made it hard to distinguish one person from the next. I had learned to control it a long time ago. Learned to find what I was looking for.
The mellow grays of the city streets set a dull surrounding, one that gave off a sad vibe. The warm yellows of the sun would never show itself here.
what a joke. I wished we hadn’t taken this assignment.
I hated big cities. There were too many people, too many voices. My eyes closed, focused on the thoughts around me again. It was easier to concentrate if I didn’t have to battle with my sight.
My mind tried to pull one person at a time from the crowd, scanning their inner monologue for the information I needed, but it was proving to be difficult. Come on, where were they.
My mind wandered further even though the mass amount of voices in my head was getting to me. The all familiar ache was starting to seep into the spot between my eyes.
Then I heard her. I heard Kathy, the mark.
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