The bright lights inside made it impossible to see the sky above the buildings across the courtyard, but it had been clear just a couple of hours before. The horizon, that misty barrier between the worlds of men and faie, hadn’t shown even a hint of dark clouds either, meaning there was no inclement weather bleeding over from the human side. Switching his attention to inside, Jakuta carefully surveyed the bar and games area of the tattoo parlor. There were only a few patrons this early in the evening. Music pumped from ceiling-mounted speakers and neon lights flashed, illuminating the massive framed tattoo art along the walls, giving the place a party atmosphere. His gut told him it was all wrong, far too quiet. “Storm’s coming. Not sure when, but it’s coming.” “I could tell.” The laughter in Jasmina’s voice made him send her a quelling look, but that just made the jinn chortle out loud instead of holding her amusement inside. “It might have been something about the way you handled those vamps that gave it away.”
