Because you, Luna, represent our last hope.
Running my fingers through my hair, I enjoy the sensation of the windswept wavy strands.
“You could say that, yep.”Rubbing my clean jawline, I give a rueful chuckle.“How did you know it was me?”
Luna rolls her eyes as if to say “duh?”“You’re very identifiable, Dante.Don’t be offended when I say you’re one of a kind, because it’s a compliment.But I must say the haircut and shave has taken decades off you.Why the ‘Shadow’ charade?”
I have to smirk at her choice of words.“Change is good.And please call me Shadow… seeing as we’re friends.Now, tell me about your dream.”
The abrupt change of subject takes her by surprise.
“I believe I just told you that would be oversharing.”
“Pretend I’m a wall.”
That gets a smile out of her.“I wish I could.But unfortunately, the dream is—was—too personal.”
Slowly getting out of my seat, I go to sit next to her on the couch.Patting my lap, I wait for Luna to put her feet up on me.
At first, she’s reluctant, but she relents after seeing that I’m not budging.Her toes are icy from walking barefoot.Winter is on its way.But this serves me well.Cold is not likely to detect cold.
“I’m pleased to see your ankle is better.”I move my finger over the tips of her toes the same way I did on the first night we met.“Tell me, what was so personal about your dream?”
Making an exasperated noise, Luna folds her arms and frowns.
“What do you think?”
The second her guard drops, I get a glimpse of what she’s holding back.
A dark shadow.A man.Luna writhing ecstatically on the bed, her fingers frantically kneading her pulsing clitoris.
I’m not embarrassed by my intrusion into her fantasies.I’m aghast.
Grabbing her foot with my cold hand, I don’t let go.
“Tell me how often you have such dreams!?”
Twisting her foot away from me, Luna scowls.
“None of your Goddamn business, Shadow Sylva, you fucking pervert!”
ChapterEleven
Luna
Idon’t care how fucking gorgeous Dante “Shadow” Sylva looks with his new hairstyle and hot bod, he has no right to strut into my house in the middle of the night and ask me for details about my wet dreams!
His transformation is beyond incredible.Simply, utterly stunning.
Seeing his handsome face under the porch light, and with the traces of my orgasm still lingering inside me, I wanted to fling my arms around his neck and drag him upstairs.
I never got to inspect his body last time we met.Yes, I could see he was tall and well-built.And there were hints at the perfect bone structure beneath the beard, and the arrogant posture under his leather jacket.
But the man sitting next to me now is like the blazing sun compared to the dark side of the moon, if I were to compare Shadow to the man who saved me in the woods last week.
His hair is the sort of color I was taught to describe as dirty blond in art school.It’s a tousled mop of messy, tawny filaments, knotted from the wind.It is cropped below the neck like a mane of the best-looking bed hair ever.
On closer inspection, I notice his hair parts slightly to the left, so that it falls more over the right side of his face.It gives him a dangerously off-kilter appearance, like a pirate with hair flopping over his eye instead of an eyepatch.
