Page 27 of Safe in Shadow
It seemed to her that his head swiveled, as if he was looking back over his shoulder, giving her the side eye.
He stepped back.
“Youarea demon?” she yelped. “Like, the kind from Hell?”
Nyx slapped the door, and it rattled.
“Oh, out of steam on the window! Hmm. We could have a much longer conversation in the shower. I mean, with the shower on! Because of the fog in the mirror.”
Nyx left the door. Turned slowly.
He had a face, clearly human, but like the black part of a black-and-white film, almost like the old negatives Nana kept in her hatboxes.
Long hair. Flowing in messy black waves and tangles. Wild eyes that changed colors from red to gold to white when he turned his head—to look up the stairs.
To where the bathroom was. Where they’d...
She had so many questions, the biggest one regarding her mental state.
“We probably shouldn’t do that again,” she mumbled, and to her surprise, Nyx gave a single grave nod.
“But we can talk?”
Another nod.
“Okay, then. After you.” Grace gave a flourish of her hand.
Nyx shot up, through the ceiling, a strip of black that blended into the darkness of the eaves.
“Wow. Didn’t even need the stairs. That’s handy.” Grace hesitated, then flipped the deadbolt to the locked position and made her way slowly upstairs.
Chapter Nine
She was a chatty thing, and the more she spoke in the steamed-up bathroom, the more his color changed. Lightened, until he was the light gray of shadows of dawn, instead of midnight black.
Are you dead?
Yes. Was.He wasn’t sure that was true now. He felt very much alive. He supposed living and dead were really states of soul, and his soul was still here.
Somehow.
Were you human?
Yes.
