Page 1 of Walking in Darkness

CHAPTER ONE-KIT

KIT WAS standing in the kitchen of his apartment, arguing with the sink faucet.

Literally.

He was doing this while dressed in a pair of booger green boxers. The underwear had a pouch where his cock rested—which made his poor dick look like a booger green elephant trunk.

But that wasn’t the weird part. Oh no. The faucet was arguing back. Only instead of using words, the fucker was spitting streams of water at Kit.

And lookie there, the damn thing suddenly morphed into a spigot, like the kind that was outside on a house. And instead of pointing down, like a normal one would, this asshole was rearing up to spit water at Kit.

“Dammit, you’re flooding the apartment. You gotta stay off!”

For his trouble, Kit got blasted in the face with another stream of icy cold water. Spluttering, he shoved his wet hair off his face. In retaliation, he smacked the spigot with the huge ass wrench he was holding.

Apparently, he woke up and chose violence this morning. The wrench was as tall as he was and weighed so much, he could barely lift it, but he still swung it like a champ.

“Shit!” Kit ducked as flames shot past his head. The damn spigot was shooting flames along with water at him. And hewasn’t any more worried about the fire than he was about the water.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he was dreaming. Since when was anyone not afraid of flames coming right at their head? Who wanted their face melted off, right?

Ridiculous. This was simply ridiculous. Plus, he also didn’t own any wrenches, much less any that were as tall as him. He wasn’t even going to touch on the subject of a spigot beinginsidehis apartment, in his kitchen, shooting water and fire at him.

He wasn’t at his apartment right now—he was staying with Hudson at his compound.

And the hideous underwear? That was truly the most terrifying thing about the dream. He wouldn’t be caught dead in what he was wearing in this life or the next.

“This is stupid,” Kit informed the spigot. “And what the hell is up with the fire? Water comes out of you.Notfire. What the fuck, dude?”

Although fire had been on his mind a lot recently, thanks to two dragons.

“Andwhyam I talking to an inanimate object like it can understand me?” Kit demanded of no one in particular. “And put my damn curtains out!Youset them on fire, not me!”

Yup, this had to be a dream, and a stupid one at that, because he wasn’t even remotely worried about his curtains being on fire, and he’d spent a pretty penny on those.

“Human dreams have always interested me, and this one is definitely more interesting than most.”

The voice came from everywhere and yet nowhere. The tonal quality of it made Kit’s hair stand on end. It was like a male and female voice had been forcibly mixed together into a horror that made his skin crawl and his blood freeze.

It was what whispered to you from under your bed or from deep within a closet during the darkest part of the night. The voice was otherworldly. Inhuman. Goose bumps exploded over his skin, and his heart rate shot through the ceiling as his flight or fight kicked in.

Something was behind him.

A buzzing started in his brain as his instincts screamed for him to run. Run! To get out of there. Gasping for air, he watched as his kitchen blurred, fog obscuring his vision. Smoky gray ribbons surrounded him, then slowly trailed away.

What he was left staring at was definitely not his kitchen, not unless his kitchen was inside a humongous cave. He was entirely too close to the entrance of it, but the view of the rocky, mountainous landscape below him and white fluffy clouds floating by was amazing.

A cool breeze ruffled his hair—his suddenly dry hair. Remembering what he had been wearing in his dream, he gulped, then glanced down his body. Air whooshed out of him when he saw he was dressed in his favorite red suit.

Which, of course, begged the question ofhowhe was in his favorite red suit on top of a damn mountain. Wherever this mountain was. He snapped his head up when he heard something roar in the distance. Something that sounded rather large.

“You’re safe, human.”

Funny, he didn’t feel safe, because what the fuck was talking to him? On the verge of hyperventilating because he dreaded what he was going to find, Kit turned ever so slowly toward that creepy voice.

A few feet from him stood… something. Someone? Kit blinked several times, but the vision before him didn’t change. His brain was now shrieking at him to haul ass. Stupid brain.Where’d it think he was going to haul assto? Or how? He was on a damn mountain.

“Holy shit,” Kit whispered, eyeing the, ah, person in front of him. Oh yes, he’d seen that grayish-white membrane-looking skin before. Yup. Recently too, in fact, thanks to Hudson partially transforming in front of him.

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