Page 323 of Flirting with Darkness

Dex needed to figure out what this hunter was trying to accomplish.

Another fun problem on top of everything else: he was being followed.

He could sense them even if he could never quite figure out where they were. But every night for the past four nights, he’d been followed. Joke was on them though because all he did was sit and watch everyone and everything at whatever place of business he was visiting that night.

Boring as hell, and Dex relished in the fact that whoever it was, was suffering just as much as he was. He had a strong suspicion it was the hunter though. The timing was just too coincidental for it to be anyone else.

The night after the financials were stolen, he started getting followed? Highly unlikely it was anyone else.

Which made him wonder if they were working for the new syndicate that had started throwing their weight around the last few months.

Seattle was technically unclaimed territory, which meant anyone with the strength to hold it claimed it. For the last two decades that had been Agmos and the Grim Corp. They’d been slowly expanding their territory to make sure that they could protect what they claimed.

If the syndicate didn’t own the businesses, they fell under the Grim Corp umbrella and paid fees for the protection the Corp offered. It wasn’t all that much different than if a pack or pride ruled the city.

The only issue was Grim Corp wasn’t a recognized pack or pride. It was an organization, a business essentially, but a family all the same – just like a wolf pack. The difference was any paranormal could join and there was no Alpha, only the boss.

Agmos.

Dex being his adopted son meant he had more power than anyone else but the demon himself. Ruling wasn’t in his future though. He liked his current position too much for that. Dex was a problem solver, but he didn’t have the self-control to rule like Agmos did.

Being both angel and demon made that impossible.

Starting the video over, he sighed as the music pulsed through him. Dex spun his knife on the table and wished he could figure out who the fuck this was. Maybe he could buy him a fucking beer or something.

Or kill him.

If the hunter was working for the Black Lotus, he’d have two options – turn him, or kill him.

Dex was honestly considering offering him a fucking job. Hunters were immune to a lot of magic and just as strong as shifters.

And this one was trained like a damn assassin.

Fuck the Black Lotus.

All they did was cause problems. Rivals had come and gone over the years, but Grim Corp had never had issues until the Black Lotus had started strong-arming for more territory.

He rolled his eyes and flipped his knife up, letting it spin in the air before catching it instinctually. It helped him focus on the way the hunter moved and what kind of training he might have.

If the Black Lotus had hired a freelance hunter, they were planning to make a move soon and Dex refused to be taken by surprise. They’d made promises to protect those in their territory, and the Lotus tended to use too much magic.

It caused more problems than it was worth with the humans.

The Lotus had more than a few witches on their payroll and Dex didn’t like their blatant use of power to cow those in their territory, but Agmos had insisted he leave it alone until it encroached on their territory.

The hunter was here tonight too, somewhere.

Dex could feel him watching from the shadows even if he didn’t know exactly where. What he should do about him though…he hadn’t decided yet.

A trap was set, but what Dex would do once his quarry was caught was a different problem. Once he’d figured out who the fuck was dogging his heels and what they wanted to know – and for whom – then he’d figure it out.

The music shifted to one of his favorite K-pop songs, and Dex went from flipping the knife to spinning it between his fingers in time to the beat, nodding his head as he mouthed the words. He skipped back to watch the way the hunter choked out the security guard again, grinning when he gently set the man’s head back so he wouldn’t suffocate before he could wake up.

It was just so pretty to watch, and the aggression in every movement promised the fight between them would be a good fucking time.

Dex couldn’t wait.

He needed to release some of his own aggression after what had happened with Nova.

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