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it anyways.
    She still couldn’t understand why the hell she was so important to the men in black. There were endless amounts of supernaturals to pick from. What was special about her? She’d seen all of what Jimmy could do and she couldn’t hold a candle to the man. She couldn’t shapeshift like he could.
    Jimmy had known but hadn’t said. He’d pretend he had no clue, but she’d learned to read his face. She knew his tells. And he most certainly knew what they wanted with her but had never felt the need to clue her in on it.
    Inara slinked down the side of the warehouse, moving beyond the bouncer’s line of sight. He wouldn’t hear her. Not with the magic coating the area, blocking the majority of noise. She found a rolling dumpster and neared it. The stench coming from it nearly chased her away. She couldn’t be certain, but it smelled like a dead body was in it. With the crowd gathered inside, she wouldn’t put it past them. These fights tended to be death matches. That meant the bodies did pile up.  
    Her stomach did a few flip-flops before she was able to even touch the trashcan. It was on wheels and rolled with relative ease. The smell only intensified. She thought she might actually find a corpse or two there. Nothing but rotting garbage littered the area. The smell intensified as she bent near some boxes of old Thai food. Covering her nose, Inara leaned away as she used her free hand to check the metal panels of the building. It took four tries but she found one that wasn’t secured. She yanked on it and looked in. She spotted feet and legs far enough off in the distance that it didn’t appear as though anyone would notice her entering.
    Perfect.
    Crawling in, she held her breath, hoping no one would see her in the act. What aided her in keeping other shifters from hearing her also hindered her. If there was anyone near, she wouldn’t hear them either.
    Rust from the panel she held smeared onto her hands. Jimmy had sworn up and down she wasn’t susceptible to human diseases. Tetanus didn’t sound pleasant. She hoped he was right. The very idea she’d managed to stay alive all these years, only to go out by way of a rusty panel, didn’t sit well with her.
    Once inside she replaced the panel and turned, surveying the situation. She was instantly hit with the sounds and smells of hundreds of people packed into the place. She’d not heard anything from outside, but that was common in these types of fights. The spells she knew the event organizers used to hide the warehouse’s true purpose were strong. Stronger than others she’d crossed.
    Since she’d been on the streets, she’d been to too many of these underground fights to count. Often, Jimmy would fight in them, earning extra money for them. Other times, when Jimmy hadn’t been with her, she’d learned to sneak around and steal what she needed to get by. It wasn’t a life she was proud of, but it was the hand she’d been dealt.
    Sometimes, you did things you never thought you would in order to live.
    The fight clubs were meccas for the weird, wacky and wanting-to-die supernaturals. Seemed like shifters more than any other paranormal species flocked to the fights. They had a lot of bottled-up testosterone, so it made sense. Most vampires she’d met were manipulative and up to no good. Made sense they’d show too. She only hoped they weren’t evil through and through or their smell would turn her stomach the entire length of the event.
    At least they didn’t make her sneeze like magiks did. She really disliked magiks. For one, their scent always made her sneeze, and for two, the ones she’d bumped into were even more manipulative than the vampires. And that was damn hard to be.
    So long as there were no signs of the men chasing her, she’d deal with whatever came. Deep down in her gut, her senses began to churn, alerting her to something being off. She sniffed the air, drawing in the scent of vampires. A lot of them. More than she’d