Page 277 of Flirting with Darkness

Where did he go?

Twisting her left hand, she wrapped the shadows around herself, falling deep into the darkness until she was nothing.

“How do you do that?” he asked – from directly behind her.

Nova nearly jumped out of her skin, the shadows fleeing from her like scared little kittens.

“It’s called darkness manipulation.” Why did she tell him that? She didn’t owe Dex an explanation when he hadn’t bothered to tell her what he was.

But he had killed someone for her.

She expected him to ask her another question, but he oozed out of the shadows and passed right by her.

The darkness loved him. It hung on his shoulders, trailing down like wings. The shadows clung to his hair as if they wanted to hide those blond locks from any prying eyes—worshipping him from head to toe.

Fuck, she was in trouble.

Nova followed after him, unable to look away from the sheer size of his shoulders. The guy was bigger than any shifter or hunter she’d ever seen. And he was so tall.

Sotall.

Despite the dark, she could see clearly, her purple eye doing most of the work as it sifted through various enchantments and illusions. Interestingly, Dex didn’t carry a single spell.

It was all him under that coat.

Maybe he was a witch shifter? Or a vampire witch?

“Here.” Dex pressed his hand to another door and it slid open. He disappeared and then lights flickered on.

Nova stopped just inside the doorway, shielding her eyes from the bright lights.

This was a mortuary.

Dex stopped when he realized she wasn’t following. “Are you coming?”

Fuck this. What the hell was she doing here with this guy? Nova took a step back and shook her head.

Suddenly the body was gone, and he was standing right in front of her, blocking most of the harsh light.

Nova sighed in relief.

It wasn’t that she was afraid of the light exactly, or the sun. But it was just so…unforgiving.

“Why not?”

Nova didn’t say anything, not sure what to even tell him that wouldn’t sound psycho.

“Look at me,” he growled.

It was a tone she knew not to argue with.

She took a step closer so his massive frame would block even more of the light. She was less afraid of him than she was of the fluorescents that rattled the air around them. His shadow wrapped around her, shielding her from the pain and her shoulders slumped in relief.

Then she looked up at him.

Dex’s eyes were wide as he looked down at her. Clearly, he hadn’t expected her to get so close. Nova barely even breathed to make sure she didn’t accidentally touch him.

“I’ll come,” she whispered, dropping her eyes. His face was difficult to look at even in the shadows now that she knew what they were hiding. “If you could turn off the lights?”

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