Page 324 of Flirting with Darkness

Four days and she still hadn’t reached out to him. Dex had no idea what was going on with her, but he was giving her a week. Then he’d make sure she was alive at the very least.

It was his fault too, he knew that. Dex shouldn’t have pushed her. He should have just left it alone, because now things were even worse. Now he knew how she felt—knew that she wanted him and had feelings for him.

But she might have to leave.

His hand froze as he remembered the way she’d held his face like she actually cared about him. The look in her eyes had confirmed it, and Dex didn’t understand how he’d been so blind.

Nova had tried to put distance between them from day one because of how she felt about him.

It made no sense.

Not that she already had feelings for him, but that he felt the same way.

Dex minimized the video on his phone and texted fifteen of his best fighters, giving them the go ahead to move out. This little game would be over soon, and he was done waiting around.

All fifteen of them responded in the group text, confirming.

Without wasting another minute, he got up and headed for the back exit, sensing the hunter’s attention perking up. No doubt he was wondering if Dex would finally do something interesting.

Well, the hunter was definitely going to getsomethinginteresting.

Dex had been sure to specify that whoever was following him was taken alive. It was a risk. The hunter could just murder every single one of Dex’s fighters, but there was something in the gentle way he’d set the guard down that told Dex this hunter wouldn’t kill unless he had no other choice.

Every shifter knew they had to stay downwind, and they were aware of the danger. If they couldn’t take the hunter hostage without ending up dead, it was up to Dex.

The real reason he was bringing his men into it instead of just dealing with it himself was because he wanted to see what this guy was truly capable of. If he could take out fifteen of the Corps’ best fighters and still fight Dex longer than a minute…

His grin widened and he slipped his hands in his pockets as he went around the building to the street, heading away from the club district. No one could witness what was about to happen, not if Dex wanted this to work out the way he hoped it would.

Loosening some of his control on his demon, he let the giddy elation fill him at the thought of a good fight. Even though this guy was just a hunter, Dex had a feeling he’d make him sweat and honestly, he needed it.

Even flying hadn’t helped lately.

Dex needed to destroy something, but a fight was the next best choice.

Killing two birds with one stone, he’d also find out what the fuck this hunter was after.

The streets got quieter and darker. Dex could sense the hunter on the rooftops, footsteps silent, but there was something his angel must be picking up on, a soul maybe? It was hard to tell sometimes.

His shifters were close, ready to pounce.

Bringing the hunter to the ground was a priority. Too many might see a fight on a roof, and Dex didn’t want to risk it with the moon being as bright as it was. Bringing a witch hadn’t seemed like a good idea since hunters usually had something to nullify magic on them.

So, shifters it was.

And one demon-angel as the cherry on the top.

Dex went down an alley he knew led to a weird back area that four buildings shared for dumpsters and loading supplies, that kind of thing. More importantly the buildings provided cover from prying eyes and were owned by the Corp. Nothing caught on camera tonight would get into the wrong hands.

He stopped and looked up, grinning as he felt everything inside him unfold. The hunter paused somewhere to his left, still impossible to see. But that wasn’t what Dex was trying to do. He didn’t need to see the hunter to flush him out of hiding.

The sound of snarls on the rooftops echoed, and five came from the east, five from the west, and another five from the north, forcing the hunter to choose, and quick, before he got caught.

A flash of shadow and Dex spotted him, narrowing his eyes to make sure it was who he thought it was.

Yup, that run was smooth as water, arms and legs the only part of him moving as he flew across the roof. The rest of his body was completely still which meant the hunter’s core strength was ridiculous.

Something to think about.

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