Tomorrow was actually not better; it was infinitely worse.For starters, Erika was not having an allergic reaction to a customer's cologne like I was led to believe, which meant stealing this life-saving and expensive Epinephrine was not only pointless but was another mark to get me fired if Noelle didn't turn the cameras off in the drug room. Which, she might not have, because she was magical and technology never worked like how it was supposed to for her unless she magically hexed it herself.It's one of the many reasons why she'd hidden being magically inclined from her mother for the rest of their relationship and just labeled herself "technologically impaired"No, Erika was not in trouble, and normally that would be something to rejoice about because I derived zero pleasure from people getting hurt unless they were a nemesis, i.e. like Bianca. I wasn't a saint; I could admit that.But, I mentioned how today was not so great, right?That's because if I had
Jévon's POV I went to bed just in time for my alarm to wake me up, the obnoxious vibration so strong that my phone rolled off the bed.It was seven o'clock, and it was way too early to restart the day. I needed a better schedule."Come on man," I swiped the alarm off, shoving the pillow over my head. "Just like five more minutes."For ten minutes the world was golden silence, the soft chirping of birds and the muted sounds of my neighbor Gladys' telenovela lulling me to sleep.And then Lord Ingálvur crawled out of my mirror."Good morrow, fruit of my blood brother's loins!"Did he always have to word it like that?Couldn't he just say "good morning, godson"?Did he have to make it weird talking about people's junk?Maybe if I just laid here he would think I was asle—no, nope, okay, he was shaking me. He was touching my back with his cold ass hands. All right, I'm awake! I'm up!"Good morning, my lord." I gave a half-assed bow beca
Jévon's POV The subway was oddly packed for 10:20 AM on a southbound F7. For later mornings, like today, crowds tended to be thin if not complete dead zones, ghouls included. They must have been leftovers from last night's football game, I reasoned, scooting over so an elderly satyress could sit.The city had nearly gone into a riot over our first win of the season, both cryptids and humans alike had flooded every bar within a fifty-mile radius after I'd gotten Veronica home. Which meant my shift as protector of this city didn't end until nearly three hours ago. Not counting Ronnie's predicament, I stopped a total of fifteen robberies, four attempted rapes, seven would-be kidnappings, an odd case of soul entrapment thanks to a possessed Chinese finger trap, and one case of a lost little girl whom I highly suspected was a Wilder playing a prank on me.But the city was safe for the most part, and the news was quick to point out my appearance stopping the various crimes."
Jévon's POV "…I'm sorry, Jévon, but who is this?"I looked back from my boss to see Lord Ingálvur having a very heated conversation with the tropical fish in Mayor Alston's tank. He was speaking low to them in Arabic, but beyond identifying the language, I could not—for the life of me—understand why or what he was saying."…An intern, sir," I finally said for lack of any lie which would be plausible to cover my lord's many…eccentricities. "He's had a hard time getting…accustomed to the city is all.""Ah," and Mayor Ethridge Coolidge Alston Jr. said nothing more on the matter, thinking of Lord Ingálvur as either a fledgling lotus-eater or someone riddled with knock-off enchantments. "Then perhaps we can look over these new proposals the Commissioner sent in this morning about needing more funds allocated from the budget?""Of course, sir."It was easy slipping into the monotony of life as a deputy mayor, the endless paperwork and data entry that I could see in my slee
Veronica's POV "Q, I don't…I don't think she's breathing.""Does it look like I care, Venus?" Q was sitting in his chair by the main stage, laughing as Erika slumped over after her spin kick, face still a red soggy mess. She slurred wetly, blood loss making her incoherent. She needed a doctor! "Jeffrey, can you get her back in line? Make her go around again?""With pleasure, sir!"The Popobawa made a sign of inferni in the air, and I felt the magic loop around my limbs like Marinette strings forcing me to dance, Erika's limp body following. The Popobawa opened his limpet-like mouth, our pain filling him like a five-course meal at a Three Michelin Star restaurant. The cryptid was swollen with our anguish, once angular insectile body, now bloated like a tick's. His extra legs struggled to support his newfound bulk, as he danced about contorting us this way and that.On one rough spin, my shoulder gave, my arm disconnecting in a rush of lightning-quick pain.I scream
Jévon's POV Where the fuck was everyone?I clicked my teeth and Hirodeus flew lower over a city we'd been guarding since its infancy.It was rare that I got to enjoy my city at night, my work as a guardian usually kept me busy and grounded, but every now and again I could see what others saw when they first visited. The skyscrapers made out of pure gold, the many rooftop gardens that littered the canopies, and the emerald cobblestoned streets. Cibola City, The City of Imagination, glittered like a gem in the harsh desert it resided in, streets like veins, all flowing back to the golden heart of city hall.And for once, she was quiet."I think we can call it a night, after this last stop."I couldn't use telepathy between the other races and myself, but dullahans had always had a connection with their steads. Hirodeus neighed, great skull-like head opening as he screeched into a wet-looking cloud. Correction—a wet cloud. I was drenched, which wasn't the best of
POV Ethridge ***April 1909*** "I'm sorry to do this to you, Mr. Sinclair, but we don't really need horsemen like we used to. People have cars now. Have you considered getting the new Model T's? I heard you can get them in any color now, besides the black, sir!""That's…" I wanted to hit the gnome so hard his little golden teeth would rattle, but Clarence hadn't done me wrong out of any real source of animosity.The way of the cowboy was losing its rugged edge as the rush dried up, and any farms were already filled to bursting with the lot of us. The circus had been a last-ditch effort to find stable work for the season before the cold settled in, and I got in trouble.Looking at the poster for their bearded lady, inspiration struck.I just hoped it would be gold. "What if I told you I had another act?""Then I would say, tell me in the next sixty seconds because we got a line from here to Milwaukie, and we need a show for our seven-thirty today.""A real live wo
Veronica's POV I looked at The First National Bank of Atlantis and wanted to pass out.There was no way we were walking away with whatever the hell it was that the AAs wanted the fault.There was only a small group of us—Q, Marcus, and I—that would be leading the charge on the heist. I assumed. From what I was of big movies like the Oceans series and the Italian Job, this seemed like the type of operation that needed a small battalion of highly specialized jewel thieves, techs, and mercenaries to do.Not a college dropout, a man on the verge of an anxiety attack, and a half-burnt chicken nugget."Is anyone else freaking out?" The blueprints from Marcus' bag had been the specs for the vault we needed to get into. It was so old, that the bank had been built around it. Likely, the bank had been built specifically for what was inside the vault. Which wasn't menacing at all. "No, but seriously, I can't stop thinking about all the ways in which we can—""Will you shut the fu