Reality seemed to explode into harsh sunlight and glaring colors during the hunt. The intense light hit his eyes, made him snarl in annoyance. His paws dragged through the hot gravel, twitchy, full of caged-up energy. The moment Mace saw the incubus Echo it felt like he’d been punched right in the gut by some invisible metaphysical force. No, Mace reckoned it had been something nasty—like tiny hooks sinking into skin, and one wrench was bound to draw bits of skin and blood. Something unexplainable grew inside him, spreading from his belly to the rest of him—head, groin, and limbs, not unlike a vicious little animal burying its way out. Emotions Mace felt whenever he managed to get himself high, unable to differentiate between fucking and killing. The roar of one of their stolen bike sputtered, became less fierce. The steel beast finally weakened by the number of lunges and scratches Mace and Spider made on its back. Revo would kill them for wrecking his bike, but Mace figured it would balance out the scales.
