Page 314 of Flirting with Darkness

Some weird understanding flickered across his face. “Well, that explains why you tried to kill me in your sleep.”

Oh, great. As if she wasn’t already a hot mess, that had happened too.

“I still don’t understand the problem,” he said, running his hand through his hair.

Every single muscle in his chest and arm flexed.

“This isn’t my house. What am I going to do until the sun sets?”

He gave her a look like she was being fucking weird. “Watch anime? I don’t know. What’s the big deal?”

“This is your place and I need a shower.” Nova didn’t understand what was going on either. Were they having two separate conversations?

“Then fucking shower! Damn, dude. Why do you make everything so hard?” There was that flash of silver again.

“Whatareyou?”

Nova clapped her hand over her mouth the second she’d said it.

She’d promised herself never to ask, but her fucking head was all over the place thanks to her dad, Dex, and waking up somewhere she hadn’t planned to.

All the anger left him, and he just studied her, no doubt wondering if he could trust her. “My father was seraphim. Now go shower. I’ll make something to eat.”

Seraphim?

Nova’s eyes widened when she realized what that meant.

Dex’s father was an angel, but not just any angel. He was an elite class of warrior angel. Which meant Dex wasn’t just a powerful, dangerous paranormal. He was one of themostpowerful and dangerous paranormals if he had even half of what his father possessed.

“Do you have wings?” she asked, unable to help herself.

Angels and half-angels were so rare her family had never met one in all the generations since they’d started hunting.

He arched one perfect eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest, definitely still irritated with her. “Yes, now go shower.”

Nova wanted to stick her tongue out at him for telling her what to do, but she was going to try to temper as much of her brattiness as possible until she could leave. Dex was a good guy who didn’t deserve her psychotic tendencies.

Looking down at the mess in his loft that was all thanks to her, she felt guilty again.

This was one of the many reasons why she only fucked and didn’t date. Nova could barely live with herself, let alone someone else.

Why was he so nice to her?

The sounds of cupboards opening and closing filtered in and she blinked, realizing she was staring at nothing again.

There was her phone.

Nova picked it up and crossed the room to pick up the boot Dex had dropped. Without another word, she went into his bedroom and closed the door.

This felt so weirdly intimate.Thiswas why being here overnight was a fucking problem. He let her in here without a second thought, into his most private place. Nova could look in all his drawers and he didn’t give a fuck.

Well, she’d have to find something clean to wear.

She winced, trying not to think about what that might look like to him. Did angels get weird about shit like that the same way shifters did?

Nova stripped and went into the bathroom, annoyed she couldn’t brush her teeth.

See, this was why this was an issue. Was he really that much of a dumb boy he didn’t get it?

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