24
When we arrived in my neighborhood, there were police cars everywhere. The streets were awash with siren lights and snow.
Morgan parallel parked and we got out and walked two blocks until we reached a crowd of people.
Upon hearing a Somnient roar, I pushed through the crowd.
A Somnient stood in the center of the street.
A demon hunter in a leather jacket stood with a sword, posing for the crowd. He wore a fedora and concentrated on the Somnient intently.
I rolled my eyes.
“Another demon hunter trying to get attention,” I said.
“Dude is wasting his time,” Darius said, his hands lighting up.
With a flick of his wrist, Darius sent a blue blast into the Somnient, knocking it onto the ground. Niecy ran past with a sword in her hand and stabbed the demon in the throat. It squealed as
