NOWAs far as she could tell, Victory still had a few blocks to travel before she arrived at the address she’d gotten at the bar. A car sped by, traveling too fast for the quiet neighborhood, but all else was still in the brisk evening air. The night sky was clear enough to see a handful of stars despite the urban lighting.
In an instant, everything changed.
Wind tore down the street as clouds billowed from nothing. The heavy scent of ozone caught in her nose, and the skies opened up.
In moments, lashing rain drenched her to the skin.
This was no freak storm. This was pure magic.
Pure storm magic.
Victory broke into a sprint, almost wiping out in a puddle. Even over the howling gale, her sensitive hearing picked out a woman’s scream.
She knew that voice. She knew that heartbeat.
Vic
