Page 310 of Flirting with Darkness

Holy shit.

Dex was up and across the apartment in a split second. He went to the windows in his living room as quickly as he could.

She’d been fine until the sun was on her face.

He closed every set of blinds and the blackout curtains until it was dark as hell. Then he grabbed a spare blanket and tucked it around her, making sure there was no light near her face at all.

Staring down at her, he realized in that moment that she was not just a normal witch. The power he could feel was one thing. It wasn’t all that impressive and there was no real flavor to it that told him her specialty.

But whatever had happened to her when she’d gotten that scar…

She leveled up the moment she felt threatened.

It wasn’t normal powerat all.

Dex had no idea what exactly it was, but he would bet it had something to do with her ability to manipulate darkness and whatever made her react to light the way she did.

He’d forgotten until her hand was around his throat, just how she’d been in the mortuary.

At first, he’d thought she was rightfully scared he’d murder her there, but she’d stepped closer to him once his shadow had blocked the light. She’d practically begged him to turn the lights off.

Dex had chalked it up to the mortuary, not the actual light.

Was she afraid of it, or did it physically hurt her?

Either way, he went through his entire loft, making sure it was as dark as possible. She could explain when she woke up.

Running his hand through his messed-up hair, he considered Nova’s sleeping form.

Dex was in so much trouble when it came to her.

She was complicated and mysterious, independent and aggressive. She was also tall, and he loved it considering how he always felt like a freakish giant at 6’7”. Then she had this weird side of her that was honestly adorable.

His phone went off silently and he stared at the number for a long time before going into the bedroom. Dex closed the door behind him. “What is it?”

“I’ve got footage of someone breaking into the accounting firm,” George told him. “Director of IT said they accessed her computer but can’t figure out what they were looking for.”

Dex sighed. This was the last thing he needed right now. “Send me the footage. Who else knows about this?”

“Just the guys on security in the building, and the director.” George was silent for a moment. “Are we keeping this quiet?”

“For now.” Dex would rather just deal with the problem. Agmos wouldn’t like being bothered with something this mundane. “Have the director do whatever she can to figure out what they wanted and tell security I’ll take care of it.”

“Got it, Dex. Anything else?” George still sounded wary of him, and after what had happened at the club, Dex didn’t blame him.

She wasn’t his, but here she was, sleeping on his damn couch, and a flash of possessive rage went through him.

“No one touches the witch,” he said, a growl escaping his throat before he could lock it down. “Nova is off limits.”

He could say it was because of her scent charm, but Dex knew the shifters weren’t stupid. Lying to their faces would just be an insult.

“I’ll spread the word.”

Dex hung up and tossed the phone on his bed. For a split second, he considered going back to sleep, but after having a moment where he thought he might actually die, it would be impossible.

Killed by a witch.

He snorted and went into his attached bathroom. The all-powerful demon-angel snuffed out by a witch with an attitude problem. If that wasn’t karmic justice, he didn’t know what was.

---