Demon Retribution (Shadow Quest Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

gust of wind reminded her that she
was naked. It didn’t matter. No one from below could really see
her. It was still dark out, but the coming sun threatened to leach
the night away at any moment.
    Leaning farther out, she checked to see if
he’d landed on the balcony under her, but he wasn’t there
either.
    Then movement across the street demanded her
attention.
    It was him!
    He leaned against a thin trunk behind the
waist high wall that separated the park from the sidewalk. Blood
trickled from where she’d shot him, but he looked casually
unaffected. Almost relaxed.
    Their eyes met. He smiled. All she could do
was gape at his smug expression. In the next instant, he was gone,
disappearing into the park.
    Stunned, she stood there for a long while.
Eventually the black of the sky mixed with navy. Car engines
rumbled below. Brakes squealed. The gun was still in her hand,
growing cold.
    Had that really just happened?

Chapter 3

     
     
     
    By midday, Kyra had sobered up. Mostly.
Sober enough to realize the droplets of blood in her apartment
weren’t from an alcohol-induced hallucination. She had shot
someone, and he’d practically laughed about it. At least, she
though he had laughed. There had been a chuckle at least.
    Of course, he was most likely dead by now.
People didn’t survive wounds like that unless treated immediately,
and he hadn’t seemed in a hurry to find a hospital.
    Anyway, she couldn’t stay here any longer.
It was time for another identity change.
    The moment his body was found, alive or
dead, there would be an investigation, and she best be long gone by
then.
    A half-filled suitcase lay open on her bed.
Each time she moved, she would mourn as if someone was dying. Which
was kind of true. Kyra Okora was dying. Just as Kyra Webber, Kyra
Jenkins, and countless others had before.
    She’d always keep her first name for two
reasons. One, because it was who she was, who she would always be,
no matter how many identities she took. Two, she could never get
used to answering to a fake name. She’d tried it once. It was
always awkward when someone had to say the name three or more times
before she would answer.
    Kyra had made changing her life as easy as
possible, so she could just up and go at a moment’s notice. All her
properties were owned by a “travel company” so there was never any
paperwork to track, and a bag of cash was always on hand, along
with countless deposit boxes.
    Like so many other times she’d just become
another missing person. Not that there was ever anyone who’d put up
a fuss over it.
    Well, not usually. Zoey might.
    Maybe that’s why she sat slumped, staring
aimlessly through her glass coffee table. For the first time in
ages, someone would miss her. And she would miss someone. Why had
she let herself get so close to the human girl?
    Kyra debated calling her, giving her some
excuse as to why they would never see each other again.
    Hey, Zo, I killed a man,
just to watch him die .
    Okay, not to watch. Though, Kyra didn’t
regret shooting the wacko. Killing him would save whoever his next
target would have been. And she was sure there would have been a
next. People like him didn’t just forget their sick obsessions.
They didn’t grow a conscience. She smiled, remembering her
vigilante years, long before things like police forces and
forensics labs had existed.
    A harsh buzzing noise made her jump. Kyra
grabbed her phone off the table and slid her finger across the
screen.
    “ Hey, Zo,” she
said.
    A terrible sniffling was the only
response.
    Her back straightened. “Are you okay? What
happened?”
    An unintelligible sob echoed from the
speaker.
    “ Where are you?”
     
    While Kyra had been dealing with her
unwanted intruder, Zoey had been dealing with her worst
nightmare.
    The hospital was like any other—cold,
impersonal, with a generally unnerving air about. At least that’s
what it felt like to Kyra.
    Being able to witness the progression of
humanity was a unique