Shadow
My dark nature chooses the most fucked up time to reveal itself.One second of not paying close attention to my glamorous façade, and it can slip through the cracks.
Making sure to move at a steady pace, I go and help Luna to her feet.I haven’t been this close to a woman in such a domestic setting for a long time.I’m not just out of practice, I feel as though I am out of my league, too.
I like to operate under cover of darkness.Dim red lights in nightclubs.The subtle glow of candles in restaurants.Or the fluorescent buzz of street lamps.Those are the best environments for my hunter instincts to come out and play.
I must tread cautiously.
Lowering my tone to sound concerned, I pat Luna’s back.
“What happened?Did you see something outside the window?”
Her eyes are like two kaleidoscopes; fractured colors filled with fear.Luna is going to come straight out and say it.
Am I human?
But once again, she manages to shock me to the core.
“I… I… yes, you’re right.I saw something strange through the window.”
Why is she lying?
Steadying herself by putting her hands on my chest, Luna does not look at me.
“I reckon I’m going to call a timeout on tonight, Shadow, if you don’t mind.It’s been…”
I hold my breath.It’s been what?Traumatic?Terrifying.Troublesome?
Inhaling a shaky breath, Luna lifts her head and locks her gaze on me.
“It’s been a long night.”
She turns to leave.Not wanting to end things like this, I call out.
“D’you mind if I hang?I want to stick around and try to make sense of all these pages.”
Luna freezes at the door with her hand on the frame before continuing to her bedroom.
“Sure, Shadow.Knock yourself out.”
I should be happy when I hear the door to the bedroom next door closing.Now I can root around in Tempest’s study to my heart’s content without having to constantly explain myself to Luna.
But I’m the polar opposite of happy.
I am absolutely certain that Luna knows what she saw and believes it to be real.
Why does she not call me out on it?
I’ve never been perplexed by a woman like this before.I take pride in being able to read a woman’s mind from just one look, one touch.Luna seems to take pleasure in keeping me guessing.
She turns me down cold in the middle of making out.That’s never happened to me before—not when I’m making such an effort to intoxicate my love victim.
She calls me out every fucking time I make the wrong move.
And the confusing part is this: By now, she should be dying to do anything for me, but it’s the other way around.I know I would kill to keep my enigmatic, beautiful Luna safe.
With everything upside down like this, I forgive myself for being in such a fucking bad mood.
