Chapter 13
My brain hummed with questions as I jogged down the steps into the subway tunnel half an hour later...which is the only explanation I can give for why I neither smelled nor heard the mugger until his arm settled around my neck. Before I had time to retaliate, in fact, my attacker had pressed my spine up against his hard chest, giving me a good, long sniff of the aromas that should have clued me in to his presence several minutes earlier.
The stranger smelled like l**t and anger and fur, the last nearly hidden beneath a human-style cologne. “This must be my lucky day,” the stranger breathed, teeth lengthening into fangs as he proceeded to nibble the cartilage along the top of my ear.
I suspected the bites were my attacker’s idea of foreplay. But they instead roiled my stomach
