“Why do blood mages hate shifters so much? Why do they want us extinct?”
Water and autumn leaves spray the sidewalks as a cab pulls up. Anika jumps back to avoid getting hit.
“They fear us.” Anika opens the door and slides across the worn vinyl seat. “To be honest, I’m scared of us too sometimes.” She leans toward the cabbie. “Central Park and 77th.”
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