Ambrosia POV
Fuck.
Fuck, fuckity f**k, f**k.
We couldn’t use our supernatural speed to chase the girl, but she sure had no problems using hers to evade us. She bounced off trash cans and dumpsters, jumping too high, taking just fractions of a second too long to hit the ground. She was teasing us.
The differences weren’t enough for a human to notice but were glaring red flags to us.
When we lost sight of her, we used her scent to track her, aware that we looked foolish running down the city streets, chasing a child.
Actually, foolish was too kind. To any outsiders paying attention, we would look like criminals.
We rounded a corner, realizing too late that it was a dark, back alley. Pallets were stacked next to a dumpster between an Indian restaurant and a veterinary clinic. A tall
