Broken Claws

One

She was going to murder him. And he would rutting deserve it at that.

It was sewer filth that drenched her clothes. Sewer filth for hel's sake!
She was chief detective and the best marksman in this primped-up district, this wretched city even. But of course he would send her on a mission far below her status. To mock her if nothing else.

As a reminder that no matter how smart she was or how hard she worked, her birth right was to stay a filthy scavenger.

It didn't matter that he shunned whatever respect she'd gotten through her. . . other position. She never wanted anything for that anyway, and had had said as much.

No one in the Auxiliary knew about that anyway.

"You look like your mood looks filthier than this sewer." Catina held the orb of light higher, scattering shadows along the concrete walls of Ravryn's sewers.

Pathways on either side were wet with waste form the Aylin, and from whatever fae lived in that particular part of the city.

The smell was horrid. More so for Catina, and Kaltain was honest to gods surprised at the fact that her partner hadn't erupted the entire network.

When Kaltain did not answer, Catina clicked her tongue, "Come now, Kal, the sooner we track down this dealer, the faster we can take a fucking shower."

Kaltain turned on Catina's back, angling her firearm down one of the bends.

"Clear," Kaltain grunted and they resumed down the main tunnel.

"You know he does this to get on your nerves. Don't give him the satisfaction." Catina whispered, her green eyes glinting in the faelight.

The grace with which she moved, was no deception to her other feral form.

"I'm surprised you haven't turned into a Tiger and ripped out his throat yet. I've been longing to see that fluffy tail of your swish about in his face while he begs for mercy." Kaltain purred through the darkness that echoed with the scuttling of rat feet.

Disgusting.

"Trust me when I say I want to. But that will not help either case."

Right, because Catina was still under close inspection for what she had done to the last bastard-of-a-boss they had the pleasure of working under.

it was only thanks to the shifter's wits and a few favours for recommendations that she still had the job.

Catina quickly sniffed the air and cringed.

"Anything?"

Catina shook her head. "Other than fae shit?"

Kaltain rolled her eyes, and gave Catina a feral smile.

"Careful, Darling. If Vita hears you, she'll starngle you with that daft wig of hers."

Catina laughed, her silver-streaked ebony hair rippling as she shook her head.

"Vita and her wig can rut off to Varius."

"Jealous?"

Catina laughed. "Lech, No. I've had enough of that daft, blood-sucking bat. I'd had no intention other than a good fuck. Vita can tend to his other needs."

The Shifter's eyes narrowed as she sniffed the air once more.

"What?"

"White-wraiths."

Kaltain swore. "From Priam?"

Did she have to go through this with Briaellen too? Damn it to hell, she was mortal, not glass.