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Even if there was no one following her, she refused to let anyone figure out where she was staying.

Nova considered Dex and wondered if she would be able to keep him out of her apartment or if she should get a second one.

This was starting to get complicated.

She needed to call her dad.

17

DEX

Dex stood in his loft and studied it as if he were a stranger. The maid had come and gone so it was clean. He’d grabbed a few takeout menus since he had no idea what Nova liked other than pizza.

He didn’t have alcohol out except for beer. It wasn’t like he was trying to seduce her.

Running his hand through his hair, he let out a massive sigh.

Fuck, this was hard.

Dex slumped on the couch. How did one go about watching TV with someone else? Was he supposed to look at them or not? He’d only ever watched sports with the others in the Corp and that was usually at the bar.

Everyone sat and stared at the TV. For some reason, he felt like the stools made a difference.

Dex pulled up the anime and then tossed the remote on the table.

This was stupid.

It wasn’t like he could forget what she looked like—what she felt like. Dex still didn’t know what the fuck he was going to do about that, but at least this way, he could still take care of her.

As a friend.

If she wasn’t a part of his organization or the coven, she was going to have a rough time and Dex didn’t like the idea of that. Even if she’d managed to give him the slip.

Would she be able to hide from him if he was really hunting her?

He actually wasn’t sure, and Dex liked that.

But there were a lot of things that could happen when he wasn’t watching. Shit happened all the time and it wasn’t like he could insist she only go where he could watch her.

Dex couldn’t even put people on her without putting her in more danger.

There was a loud knock on the door, and he kicked himself for not paying attention.

Fucking witches and their charms. It’s not like the ones she used were cheap either, or easy to make. Which meant she had money or knew someone willing to make them for her.

Maybe her mother?

Dex stood and crossed the room in the blink of an eye, opening the door to see her standing there in jeans and a big puffy jacket.

It shouldn’t have been as sexy as it was.

“Sorry I’m a little early,” she said, shifting her weight from one foot to another in what looked like combat boots.

“Hey, no worries.” Dex stepped aside to let her in, resisting the urge to take her coat from her. Friends didn’t normally do that, at least not unless they were crushing, and he’d learnedthatfrom TV.

Nova didn’t take her jacket off and Dex froze as he tried to figure out if his loft was too cold. As a demon-angel, he honestly didn’t get bothered by either extreme, his body just adjusted.

“Are you cold?”

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