Fire Bound

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Authors: Sherrilyn Kenyon
Tribunal cut her some slack tonight and treated her equal to everyone else.
    Was that asking too much?
    Just one time she’d like to be judged on her own merit and not her tainted blood.
    She had to go now or she’d never leave. Bending down, she gave Feenix one tight squeeze and said, “Where’s your gator?”
    He looked around and spied his favorite stuffed toy, then flew to his beanbag. After settling into the cushy bag, he cuddled his stuffed alligator.
    That was the picture she’d take to her grave.
    “Bye, baby.” Shutting the door quickly, she hurried through the concrete hallways to her garage area. No point in taking her GSX-R motorcycle out tonight. She had almost an hour to make the twenty-minute walk to Woodruff Park, where she’d get teleported to the meeting.
    She hated teleporting almost as much as she disliked Sen, the liaison who would escort her to the Tribunal, but that was life in her world.
    Walking across the garage, she used her kinetic power to access the elevator that took her up two floors to street level. She stepped out and scanned the pitchblack area through special sunglasses that protected her ultra-sensitive vision even at night. Similar to looking through night-vision goggles, she’d been born with vision that perceived the street and surrounding area in shades of blue-gray. Her strange DNA had gifted her with a deadly reaction to sunlight as well.
    Sunshine wasn’t an issue this close to midnight, but preternatural creatures could hide in the dark jungle of steel and concrete she’d have to traverse between here and Marietta Street. Quinn owned her building and didn’t like charging her rent, but she insisted. She’d live life on her own terms.
    Independence meant something different to everyone.
    Unless someone had lived trapped in a basement the first eighteen years in this world, she doubted they could understand what independence meant to her.
    She paused. Had she felt energy skimming through the air?
    Or was she just jumpy?
    Nothing stirred this late on a Thursday night except weeds withering in the August heat. Patchwork concrete and gravel stretched ahead of her, running beneath the street-level parking deck that fronted CNN. Tourists rarely wandered down here, where a ten-foot-high chain-link fence protected parked cars from vandalism.
    Prime area for something nasty to wait for prey.
    Bring it. I’ve got time to wash blood off my boots.
    Or at least she’d die doing something for the greater good versus dying because of being born part Belador, part beast.
    She swept a suspicious gaze from side to side and kept moving toward the dimly lit area, but not even a roach crawled in this sweltering weather. Sweat trickled along her cheek. Loose tendrils from her ponytail clung to her neck.
    She’d miss Atlanta if she didn’t return, especially being able to ride her motorcycle throughout the winter.
    Would the Tribunal send her somewhere hot or . . .
    The humid air skimming her arms changed with a prickling of awareness. Her boot heels tapped softly across the rutted pavement. No other sound filled in the gaps.
    She opened her empathic senses a bit . . . then wider.
    Another presence moved toward her.
    Human? She didn’t think so.
    If someone or something tangled with her right now it had better have a death wish. Tzader and Quinn would be waiting at the park to see her off, and she wanted to see them.
    A male voice close behind said, “You’re hard to find, Miss Kincaid.”
    Definitely not human.
    Evalle swung around to face her stalker. “I’m not hard to find if I want to be found. How’d you know where I live?”
    “You forget that VIPER hired me as a tracker?” Storm asked.
    No. She just hadn’t thought about him using that skill to find her apartment. She should be annoyed at his invading her privacy, not secretly thrilled at seeing him before she left.
    Silly, but she was glad he’d shown up unexpectedly.
    She’d only known Storm for the few days he’d

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