"Stop right there, bitch!"
Snapping her gaze from her cell phone to the pistol now aimed at her head, Harper Wallis froze. Well, shit. She couldn't deny that she had some karma to burn off. She was no angel. Being a demon, she was quite the opposite, in fact. But having a gun pointed at her by a human with a shaky hand and dilated pupils that said he was drugged up to his eyeballs… well, it just felt like the universe was being a little unfair, that's all.
"Put the phone on the ground!"
She so didn't have time for this. She'd taken a quick break from work so she could head to the ATM —
"Put the phone on the ground!"
"Do I really have to?" The floor of the alley was covered in grime, cigarette butts, glass fragments, and dirty rain puddles. Then there were those dubious-looking stains…
"Don't make me repeat myself."
With an inward sigh, Harper slowly did as he asked.
