“Not your night.” He takes a long drag.
I shrug. “Dreamers got the mark first.”
“You’re slow.” It’s a warning.
Can’t let my nerves show. “I’ll get the next one.”
I follow the stench of copper. Iron, too. Ahead, a boy pushes a girl up against the wall. She doesn’t resist. I wrap myself around them, my shape their shape, their breath my breath. They topple, fall.
I hold their essence in my mouth until Shadow arrives.
“Girl tasted bitter.” He knows I swallowed the boy.
“Girls always do.”
He smiles. “Only some.”
Definitely not my night.