I drove back to the safehouse, mind churning through possibilities. The supernatural world was revealing itself in layers – the Jackals and their mercenary work, the Covenant and their balance-keeping, and now the Hunters with their independent operations.
Three organizations. Three different approaches to managing supernatural chaos. And I was positioning myself to work with all of them while belonging to none.
It was a precarious position. But also potentially powerful.
When I arrived at the safehouse, I found Sarah waiting in my room.
"You're back late," she said from where she sat on my bed.
"Just a business meeting."
" That's not ominous at all." She stood, moving closer. "So. You going to tell me about this new power of yours? Or do I have to guess?"
"What do you want to know?"
"Everything. How much stronger are you? What can you do now that you couldn't before?" She reached out, running her hand down my chest. "How different does it feel?"
