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grin and focused on the fun of the night. We were just normal people out unwinding for the evening.  
    I swore that I saw the sexy indigo-eyed guy again while we were waiting for our tram to Nostalgia. It was just a glimpse, but he was quite distinctive. Quin had been chatting with a model-worthy blonde and hadn't noticed; I didn't want to bother him, but I was beginning to wonder if I was going mad. I shrugged it off and blamed it on the alcohol. It had been a while since I’d drunk so heavily, and it was hitting me a little harder than I wanted to admit. Quin remained with the blonde on the tram ride, leaving me alone. I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to walk into the fae-owned club alone. I set my shoulders back and reminded myself that I killed lycans for money; I could handle a couple of gropey humans.  
    Any anxiety I may have had slipped away when I walked out onto the dancefloor of Nostalgia. Quin had taken the blonde somewhere dark; I knew he'd be back in a couple of hours. That left me to enjoy the intense beat of the music by myself. Strobes flashed overhead, smiles were plastered onto everyone's face. It was intoxicating. The energy flowed over me and I allowed myself to go with it. I made my way into the middle of the dancefloor, moving with the beat and letting everything go. There was nothing but me and the beat. For a minute, at least, before I had to slap away the rough hands that grabbed my ass.  

Six

    I had expected to have quite a hangover the next morning, but I was pleasantly surprised. Quin and I had decided to take a few days off; the city was in recovery after the bloodmoon. We had enough money to justify relaxing for a few days, and the gods knew we deserved it. Quin had been enjoying his time off with Kadrix, a few of the other hunters, and a variety of women. It was good to see him full of life and happy. I had decided to enjoy my down time a little more quietly; I couldn't help being a bit envious of him, though. I'd spent the last three days wandering between coffee shops and various touristy spots around the city. It felt good to admire the city and its layers without worrying about what a fae or lycan was doing.  
    That being said, I sat outside on a well-padded chair under a thick fleece blanket at the edge of Old Town Square, enjoying a particularly over-priced coffee and debating if I could find some trouble to get into. I scolded myself; it had only been three days, I shouldn't have been bored already. The tourists milled around me, and I couldn't blame them; the setting was stunning. A crowd had gathered in front of the astronomical clock. It must have been close to the hour. People always enjoyed watching the intricate old clock strike the hour with its varying layers and mechanisms.  
    I took another sip of my coffee and glanced over towards the clock; something dark caught my eye. I looked again, trying to pinpoint what on earth it was. It hadn't moved quite like a person. I scanned the multi-coloured crowd, looking for something unusual. I was about to shrug it off when I finally caught sight of the offending thing. It seemed that the gods wanted to give me some amusement after all. I left some money next to my half-full cup of coffee and headed into the crowd.  
    Blood moons weaken the layers between the worlds, above, below, and parallel. That had all sorts of interesting side-effects, such as lycans going rogue, fae stealing more people, and very occasionally shades, demons, and other things from both above and below slipping through. I tucked my hands into my leather jacket and felt the comfort of my blades beneath the lining. The dark shadow that I was following remained close to the tower; the crowd hadn't noticed. They had no reason to, since as far as they were concerned it was simply a slightly oddly shaped shadow.  
    I, however, knew that it was a weak shade. A demonic entity that hadn't quite managed to fully come over into our plane. This one was almost