Page 82 of Walking in Darkness

“I do? Why?”

“I want to make sure it’s absolutely safe before you exit. If anybody is going to try something, they’re going to do it as soonas I exit,” Hudson said. “And if that happens, I want you in here where it’s the safest.”

“That’s insane.”

“That’s paranormal society. And please keep in mind that out of all of us, you are the most vulnerable.”

Kit was really beginning to hate that.

“Besides, I want you to make an entrance once I know it’s safe. Appearances are everything, especially when dealing with powerful paranormals.”

“Is this what celebrities feel like? Because I feel like it is.”

Hudson ignored that. “Try to keep your emotions under control and keep your face as blank as possible.”

Kit snorted. Yeah, good luck with that, but he didn’t argue. What was the point? Every little thing showed on his face. All anybody had to do was look at him to know what he was thinking. And if they didn’t? He was more than willing to tell them.

Hudson left the limo, and Kit followed him. As soon as he stepped on the sidewalk, he plastered on his best resting bitch face.

As nervous as he was, he probably looked constipated.

But the dragons around him certainly didn’t. Every last one of them looked intimidating. Badass. He wouldn’t want to mess with any of them.

The haughty indifference each wore was also kind of shocking. He was used to seeing them laughing and joking—not cold and calculating.

Especially Connie and Hudson.

It made his heart hurt to see them looking like that. Suddenly, he felt like a little kid playing dress-up. What was he doing wearing these kinds of clothes? There was nothing intimidating about him. Or badass.

A low growl drifted toward him, and surprised, he turned his head toward Connie, who was staring at him. Well, Connie’s dragon was staring at him.

The iris of his eyes was a goldish red sunburst of color with black slitted pupils. Had he somehow picked up on Kit’s insecurities? The last thing he wanted to do was set either of them off.

Connie grabbed Kit’s hand and kissed his knuckles.

If anybody was looking, they definitely saw that little act of affection. “I’m okay. Calm down,” Kit said, trying to reassure Connie.

Hudson gently tugged Kit’s braid and then leaned over so he could whisper into Kit’s ear, “The bond fluttered, but it wasn’t a sweet feeling this time. It felt… uneasy. What’s wrong?”

“Sorry. Just having an insecurity attack,” Kit whispered back.

“Because?”

“Because you all look badass, and I look like a fraud,” Kit admitted.

Hudson grabbed Kit’s chin.

Kit stared into Hudson’s dragon’s eyes. It seemed as if Kit’s moment of self-doubt had triggered both of his dragons, and neither had liked it.

“You look badass,” Hudson said. “And hot. My dragon wants to bend you over the nearest flat surface and claim you.”

Connie rumbled happily beside him. “I want to see that too.”

Kit’s cock twitched. He wanted to see that also, because as of yet, it hadn’t happened.

Hudson raised his nose in the air and inhaled deeply. “You want that too. Soon, babe.”

Damn dragon senses.

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