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Want to come watch the new season ofAttack on Titanwith me tomorrow?

He chewed on his lip and wondered if he was barking up the wrong tree. Fuck, Dex had no idea what she was even into.

He’d suggest a ride, but his bike was fucked, and he needed to get a new one.

Screw it.

Dex hit send.

Then he went and grabbed his bike, picking it up and carrying it over to the sidewalk. He’d deal with it later. Dex needed to fly after tonight. There was nothing to fuck and nothing to kill and he really didn’t want to create more problems for himself.

He was due for a release anyway.

The lights went dark again with a wave of his hand and he let his wings burst from his back like a dog from the pound. The weight of them eased something deep inside and Dex felt like he could finally breathe without worrying he’d hurt someone.

Peace settled over him and he fully extended them. The black feathers blended into the night and he cracked his neck, ignoring the red feathers at the bottom. The reminder of his mother wouldn’t help him relax.

His phone chimed and he looked to see Nova had actually replied.

I don’t really watch TV, but if you’re willing to watch it from the beginning, I’d be glad to. Your place?

Dex grinned. He’d never been able to introduce anyone to anime before and he was actually kind of excited to corrupt her. He typed the time and place and then tucked his phone into his pocket.

Maybe this would be fine. Maybe they’d be better friends than lovers.

Fuck if he knew, honestly.

It wasn’t like he had anything to compare it to. Agmos hadn’t let him have real friends or a significant other growing up.

Dex launched into the sky, wrapping an illusion around him so no one would be able to see him, and settled in for a long flight. He was pretty sure it would take all night to get the feel of her against him out of his head.

If ever.

16

NOVA

Nova checked the time. She was supposed to meet Dex in a few hours, but she needed to get some work done and there were only so many hours in the night.

She’d done some digging into the paranormal businesses around Seattle and had found some interesting info.

Most of them were owned by an organization that went by the name Grim Corp.

There was a list of others, but after marking them on the map, she’d noticed a pattern. A lot like a pack, there’d been distinct borders. She’d noticed there was only a bit of the docks claimed, but the majority were in the club district. Bars, clubs, and restaurants.

Some of them were in the business district, but it was the others that marked the territory.

Nova checked her gear one last time. Underneath it all, she wore moisture-wicking leggings and a shirt with her tits strapped down as tight as possible so they wouldn’t get in the way. Over that was her body armor that could stop armor-piercing rounds.

Unfortunately, as hunters they’d had to make it with flexibility and speed in mind. It only covered her most vital areas, including her thighs and chest. Over the armor were her black pants loose enough to hide the lines of the plates, and the sheaths on her ankles and shins.

The black tactical boots were androgynous and comfortable as fuck. They were the best money could buy and enchanted to keep her steps silent. Nova’s family altered them to include silver alloy knives in the heel.

Over her chest plate, she had a long-sleeve turtleneck with a hood that cast her face in shadow. The harness was the last thing she put on and held enough weapons she could kill anything that tried to fuck with her.

Nova grabbed the face mask. She slid it over her head and made sure her bun was tight. Pulling it over her mouth, she felt the moment that switch flipped.

Every time she went hunting, she turned herself into this monster and always felt the exact moment she changed.

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