Page 70 of Pretty Little Shadow
Kat
I can text an employee and have them run it out to you, so you only have to see one person
Me
I guess I can manage that
When?
Kat
Right now?
Me
K
Kat sent me the information.
I got dressed, threw my hair in a high ponytail, and put on my usual heavy cat-eye eyeliner along with some mascara. Both were also courtesy of Darius, and I grudgingly loved the products. My black lipstick followed them on, and I felt a lot more ready to face Kat and a café employee.
My skin was significantly less gray than it had been before I started drinking Dare's blood, but I didn't mind it. I actually kind of liked it.
When I was ready,I focused my shadows on a gas station near the coffee shop Kat had texted me the location of.
My magic responded significantly slower than usual.
My forehead creased at the slowness.
Was transporting through them still safe if they were acting like that?
I wasn't sure.
I debated an attempt silently for a few seconds before throwing caution to the wind and going for it.
Usually, the landing was smooth when I transported.
This time, the magic dropped me across the parking lot from where I told it to. One of my feet was higher than the other, too.
I lost my balance and stumbled to the rough asphalt hard enough to leave a gash in one of my knees. My groan of pain was quiet, but impossible to suppress.
I felt eyes on me as I stood up and brushed myself off with a shaky hand. There was blood trailing down my leg from the gash, but I was still in the parking lot, and people were looking at me.
So, I ignored the wound.
And strode in the direction of the coffee shop, only wobbling a little, as I pretended nothing was wrong at all.
My cropped tee had the name of a video game on it, courtesy of my new personal shopper (aka Darius). The casual clothes made me feel slightly self-conscious as I walked.
I didn't lookexactlylike myself. Usually, I tried to come off a little scarier. I didn't want people looking at me too closely or, god forbid, trying to talk to me.
Hopefully, my makeup would achieve what my outfit couldn't.
No one tried to talk to me as I walked behind the café and took a seat on the concrete, next to the employee entrance.
I grimaced as I checked out the wound.
I hadn't reallybledbefore I bit Darius. On the rare occasion that I got hurt, there was only shadows. It had been pretty weird.
