Chapter Three
There were no streetlights in the alley, only the faint glow filtering down from the windows of the surrounding buildings.
The ash had been swept away along with any hint of debris. The Maker would never allow such horrible things in her section of the city. Not when it might sully the commerce and feeding the nightwalkers thrived on.
As the thumping of the music grew loud enough to rattle my lungs, I longed to reach for my knife. I was smart enough not to look in the shadows, but the darkness wasn’t deep enough to hide the people lurking in every doorway and alcove.
I turned down a narrower alley, heading away from the music and toward the brighter lights peering between brick buildings.
A little gasp came from the shadows.
My gaze flicked toward the sound before I cou
