Chapter 41

I stared at phone and sped walk down the near empty streets. So demons were running free and we didn’t exactly have a witcher just brewing under the pot. The mayor had been compelled into sending all the humans into lockdown, while all the supernaturals were tasked with damage control.

I stuffed my phone into my pocket and tightened my sweater around my waist. I was not comfortable wearing shorts in public, at least not while wearing my own face. The brand of Isabella McHale was roughly based off my confidence in showing off the claw marks on my thighs. They were a question of tattoo or birthmark. At this point in life, I believe that it had a very important storyline behind it.

I stepped into the diner and was slapped by its emptiness. I approached Henry and Frost, who were sitting by a table in the corner.

“Why does it look this bad,” I asked as I sat beside Henry.

“Because the head of Whit