Lethal Blow: (Succubus Hitwoman Book 2) by Eliza Hendrix (best motivational books to read TXT) 📗

don’t, but the longer I let my money sit in there, the closer I get to losing all of it. There’s a good chance Jamieson already got involved after I told him to go fuck himself. He wanted Veerka’s sapphire necklace for reasons I have yet to understand, and I didn’t deliver it.”

“If only Rachel were here right about now,” I say. “I’d have her morph me into someone else.”

“You think anyone will recognize you?” Ace asks.

“It’s possible,” I say.

Deep down, I know it’s more than possible. After the stunt I pulled on Jamieson, no way is he letting me off the hook. Whether he wants his money back or my head on a silver platter, I’ll have to be careful. The thought of taking him out myself has crossed my mind, but the issue with that is that Jamieson has a following like no other. If I kill him, there’s no telling how many crazed feebles—or vampires, now that I know he’s working with them—will come after me.

“And how exactly do you expect to pull twenty thousand dollars out of the bank without alerting anyone?” Ace asks.

Gazing down at the speeding taxi, I cross my arms. “Quickly.”

Admittedly, this idea is a bit rash. Although walking into a bank and demanding to extract money might sound simple enough, it isn’t. Not when it comes to large sums like that. What I need is to get in touch with Ouru and find a way to transfer my funds to offshore accounts without anyone noticing. He knows a tech genius who has the means to do this. All I need is the time, which I know is limited.

“Maybe you should try using the machine first,” Drax says.

I don’t bother asking him why he’d suggest such a weird approach. I know how Drax thinks, and the suggestion makes sense. Why waste my time and risk my life walking up to a teller when there’s a possibility that Jamieson has already emptied my account? If I go to the bank machine, I’ll know right away. I’d much rather check my balance online, but it turns out that isn’t a possibility.

What I’d like to know is why my cell service and internet aren’t working. If Ace’s phone isn’t working, it either means the problem isn’t personal or it’s related to the magical war. Did someone shut down the internet and cellular towers to prevent feeble communication?

I rub my chin, pondering this over.

It would make perfect sense.

If anything, it’s brilliant. What better way to divide feebles than to cut off their primary source of communication?

“Ace, care to take me down?” I ask.

I’d fly down, but it’s broad daylight and someone would spot me. Besides, if things get out of hand, having Ace by my side is a huge bonus. At the speed of light, he can transport us anywhere.

It’s a lot easier to convince feebles that they hallucinated someone disappearing than it is to convince them that the horned demon with wings they saw wasn’t real.

“Hey,” Drax cuts in. “What about me?”

“Were you not paying attention to anything I told you earlier? Feebles can see demons in their true forms right now.”

He grimaces and throws his chin toward the city. “Um, you sure about that?”

With my toes sticking off the ledge, I peek down below. Among countless feebles are demons of all colors, shapes and sizes, and no one is freaking out.

“The Elders must have countered the spell,” Ace says.

“Fine, you can come,” I say.

Ace steps forward, locks his arms around ours, and everything disappears.

When I open my eyes again, I’m standing in the bank’s bathroom with Drax and Ace next to me.

“Well this is going to look awkward,” I say.

Ace smirks, no doubt understanding that I’m referring to the three of us walking out of a bathroom together.

“Wait here,” he says, and disappears instantly.

When he returns, a soft swooshing sound bounces off the bathroom tiles and he places a black ball cap on my head. “This might help.”

“Thanks.” I push it down as far as I can and reach for the bathroom’s door handle.

Fortunately, the bank’s corridor is empty when we step out, but I make it a point to keep my head lowered to avoid the cameras. If Jamieson is still looking for me, he no doubt has someone accessing surveillance cameras throughout all of San Halos.

Did I go too far by crossing Jamieson? Now that I know he’s working with the vampires, I question whether I’ve pushed my luck. All my life, I’ve done everything in my power to avoid pissing off the vamps, yet here I am… having done it again.

If only I could talk to Veerka.

I need to know what’s happening on her end.

What if the vampires aren’t even responsible for this? What if it’s someone else?

I march down the bank’s hall with Ace and Drax following behind and make my way to the bank machine farthest from the tellers’ counter. Angry clients protest with clenched fists as the teller tries to explain something to them.

Is the internet outage also affecting accounts?

Shit.

I hope not.

Quickening my steps, I hurry to the machine and insert my debit card, lowering my head so my ball cap shadows my face. I sense someone walking behind us, so I glance sideways to check it out.

A man with a gold chain and a big tattoo on his neck eyeballs me but keeps walking. I’m about to face the machine again when I realize I know this guy.

“You,” I breathe, and Clock Dragon does that same thing I did—a double take.

I was so caught up in my head that my brain didn’t register who he was when I first saw him. His eyes pop out a bit and he takes a step back. The guy fears