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opening the front door and taking the porch steps two at a time. Korvain
inhaled deeply, the male’s scent hitting his nostrils. This was the demi-god he
was chasing.
    Korvain pulled the shadows closer to his body, wrapping them around
himself to muffle his footsteps. Skirting around the light, he approached the
car quickly, not allowing the mark to notice the moving shadow. Korvain
withdrew the garrotte wire from a small pouch, his fingers wrapping around the
metal handles. Korvain stepped onto the pavement just as the demi-god paused
and looked over his shoulder.
    The male’s blue eyes narrowed. He leaned forward, trying to peer
through Korvain’s shadow-swathed body. Korvain stopped breathing, holding his
position. When the demi-god turned back around shaking his head, Korvain
struck.
    Using his height advantage, he looped the wire over his mark’s neck
and yanked back. With nothing but a thought, Korvain sent the shadows wrapped around
his body rushing forward, infesting the other man’s skin and swallowing him
from the view of the humans in the houses surrounding them.
    Dragging the demi-god further into the shadows, Korvain drew the
inky blackness in closer to ensure the sounds of his death would be muffled,
too.
    The demi-god’s fingers snatched at the wire, scrambling to get air
back into his lungs. He knocked the back of the male’s knees, dropping him to
the ground while Korvain still stood above him. His face remained perfectly
impassive as the guy eventually stopped fighting and started going into spasm;
his body dying.
    Korvain kneeled beside him, not taking away the strain, watching as
the last of the mark’s life drained from his body. Legs kicking, body jerking,
the familiar smell of death trickled into his nostrils. He checked his vitals;
gurgled sounds drifting from the male’s throat as Korvain released his grip.
His blue eyes were now highlighted by red, the blood vessels bursting like
fireworks in the whites of his eyes.
    Dying was not pretty. Dying was being stripped bare. Dying was being
humiliated as your bowels released. There was no honor in it.
    Korvain lay the body down onto the small patch of lawn and went
through his pockets, palming the guy’s keys. He picked up the body and stashed
it in the trunk before getting into the driver’s seat and backing out of the
driveway. Gods, it had been so long since he’d felt the need to dispose of a
body, but this wasn’t an ordered hit. This was a necessity to get the bigger
job done.
    Korvain started driving west, getting onto the freeway and heading toward
Cutler Park where the body wouldn’t be found for a little while. He pulled in
at Millennium Park. Gravel crunched under his boots, and he was comforted by
the fact he was the only thing moving for miles.
    Popping open the trunk, Korvain cleared the mark of ID; pocketing
his phone and wallet. When he was clean, Korvain wrapped the shadows around
them both and started off on one of the paths that would lead to the marsh.

Chapter Four
    B ryn sat at the
bar, her sky-blue and denim eyes drifting from face to face of the humans and
gods alike milling around in the bar on the first floor of Odin’s Eye. On the floors above her head, she would have seen the same thing: humans
rubbing shoulders with gods—not that the humans would have known that.
    On the second floor was a nightclub, the floor above that, a
gentleman’s club. At the base of each set of stairs leading up to the floors
above stood two bouncers regulating who came through the doors of each section.
The different services The Eye provided meant it was one of the busiest
establishments in all of Boston.
    At the front door tonight was Maverick. Normally Bryn would have two
bouncers working together, but Mav didn’t like working with anyone, especially
not the humans Bryn mainly employed as muscle.
    Bryn took a sip from her glass of 42 Below and stood up to her full
six foot two height. A few males close by turned their heads,