Page 25 of Dark Shadow of Guilt

“A friend collects this shit. When he gets overrun, he farms out his stuff. I have more stashed around the place. Shuffle what you want.”

Wow.

Free rein to feed her OCD. Madeline finally sank into a bright blue, silk-covered cushion, hoping she wouldn’t be in Angor long enough to take him up on the offer. But for now, she was practical. She’d evaluate the situation. Once she had the facts, she’d act. She had earned her safe, cautious, orderly life in St. Louis. She’d be damned if Praevus, Angor, or a dangerously gorgeous rescuer would steal it from her.

Fixing on Dom’s good eye and needing a distraction, she asked, “So, how do wings work with your shirt? Do you have holes in it?” Madeline patted her back.

Chapter Eight

“That’s the great mysteryyou want to solve about OneWorld?” Dom raised a wineglass to his lips. When he should be pondering how Praevus had kidnapped a human, his attention bullseyed on Madeline.

Could bringing the female to his home get any more fucky? Mora had dropped by for their weekly hook-up. She had been pissed about Madeline. Unless they could do a threesome. Hard no. The human seemed equally peeved about Mora. He’d had to use tact to shoo off the Scourge while not issuing a permanent goodbye since he looked forward to her topping him off on Fridays. Disaster averted. Physical conflict was okay. Even exciting. But Dom hated personal conflict.

Madeline picked up the conversation again. “It’s a starting point. Well? How do wings work with your shirts?” she persisted.

“Wings are not concerned with clothes.” He studied her, puzzled by his fascination with the human. When he saw her showered, his breath had caught in his throat as if he’d slammed into a brick wall at high velocity. And his heart stuttered each time her sky blues peeked at him through thick lashes.

“Not very informative,” she said.

Dom struggled to maintain the thread of conversation. “It is what it is.”

“Let’s back up for a sec. What’s OneWorld?”

“Angor...”

“Where we are.”

He nodded, growling low because he hated to be interrupted. “Vast and Null.”

“Vast I’ve heard of. What’s Null?”

“A boring dimension. No plants. Desert terrain. No weather to speak of unless you count sandstorms. Aren’t you curious about how I can make clothes for you with a snap of my fingers? I don’t even need the hand action. A thought works.”

She shrugged. “That’s pretty great.”

He almost smiled. “Happy to impress you.”

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