Page 299 of Flirting with Darkness

She didn’t put on the helmet or her jacket, which meant if she got into an accident, she’d end up fucked.

Witches didn’t have shifter healing.

It took all his control not to fly after her. Bear shifters could run fast, but he’d likely be seen.

Dex ran to his bike and slammed his helmet on as he zeroed in on the sound of her bike. It would be difficult for her to hide the sound of that unless she used her magic. But he had to admit, he was already impressed.

The girl could ride, and she’d barely used her magic which meant she still had some if there was a showdown. He knew those tats weren’t just for the aesthetic.

Following after her, he broke about twenty laws to catch up to her. He grinned when he saw her glance over her shoulder and spot him. Nova saluted him before making a sharp right.

They raced down the streets together and Dex honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d had this much fun. The last thing he’d expected was to actually have shit in common with the super-hot witch.

She made another turn and suddenly he realized they were at the edge of the city and the street was dark.

Unnaturally dark.

And he couldn’t hear her engine.

Before he knew what was going on, she stepped out of the inky darkness with purple fire in her left hand. She mouthed one word and he instantly braced himself.

Sorry.

The purple fire blasted at his front tire, not him.

Dex had never been in an accident before, but he knew how to control his body. The bike flew end over end and his back hit the pavement. He rolled up to his feet, ignoring the road rash on his back.

He was more pissed about his shirt than he was about the pain.

Standing in the dark street, he listened but heard nothing. She’d disappeared again and must have silenced the bike with magic.

For a witch without much power, she was fucking resourceful.

That one blast had been most of her magic if he was right, but whatever she had that allowed her to manipulate darkness was something else completely.

Dex lifted his hand and focused on the streetlights, forcing them to drown out her unnatural darkness.

There was no trace of her anywhere. She and the bike were gone.

Without her scent, he couldn’t hunt her, and he had no idea where she lived. As a normal-ass bear shifter, he couldn’t follow her. He wasn’t sure if a locator spell would work on her. And even if it did, he didn’t have a single thing of hers to use as a focus.

Touché, little witch.

Dex pulled out his phone, selected her contact info, and started a new message.

Congrats on your victory.

He hit send and considered how the fuck he was supposed to be friends with someone.

When was the last time he’d just hung out with another person who didn’t also work with or for him?

Dex had promised to be her friend, but even that was something he was hesitant about. Yes, he wanted to fuck her brains out until she begged him to stop, but a one-night stand, or a few of them was one thing.

A relationship of any kind could put a target on her back, even if it was just friendship, not to mention Agmos if he ever found out.

But she seemed bound and determined to put a target there herself.

What was something friends even did?

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