“Oliver. Yes. We took that back when I moved here.”
Though he knew all the details, Obsidian still asked. “Is he older or younger?”
“My twin, technically four minutes younger, though he sometimes thinks he’s older.”
Aside from their light hair and golden eyes, there weren’t many similarities between them. Penelope was a good six inches shorter than Oliver, her features softer, more delicate.
“Do you spend time with him?”
“Not really. We talk on the phone every now and again, text every few days. Even before he started dating Seraphina, we didn’t spend a lot of time together. Believe it or not, we’re polar opposites.” Penelope opened the oven, shoved in a pan, then closed it. “He’s the life of the party. I’m more of a homebody.”
Penelope joined him in the living room, carrying two glasses of wine. She passed one over, then took a seat on the opposite end of the sofa. She pulled her legs up underneath her as she angled her body toward him.
“Do you work nights?” she asked.
“I do, yes.”
“But not tonight?”
“Every now and again I wrangle some time off.” Obsidian took a sip of wine, pulled the glass back and looked at it. The fruity taste surprised him.
“Sorry, it’s the cheap stuff. Not quite the same caliber as what we had this morning.”
He held her gaze. “If you’re serving it, it’s perfect.”
Her cheeks turned a lovely pink.
In an effort not to stare, he peered around. “What do you usually do on your nights off?”
“Mostly chill, watch TV. Read.” She nodded toward the end table. “I was reading when you got here.”
He picked up the hardback book. “What exactly is aDark Hunter?”
Penelope grinned. “Basically, an immortal who protects humans from Daimons.”
“Is that so?”
“Sherrilyn Kenyon’s one of my go-to authors. I love that series.”
He set the book down.
She shifted, as though nervous. “Do you read?”
“Not as much as I used to,” he admitted.
When Penelope lifted her wineglass to her lips, Obsidian noticed a scratch on her arm, roughly two inches long and not very deep. Seeing it marring her perfect skin bothered him.
“Something happen?”
She turned her arm over, twisted her wrist around, glanced at the red mark, frowned.
“Huh. I must’ve gotten that this morning.”
“This morning?”
Her eyes returned to his face. “The weirdest thing happened. I went to the grocery store to grab a few things. When I came out, I was nearly run over in the parking lot. I actually thought I was a goner, but … right before I was certain the car was going to hit me, I was moved out of the way.”
Every inch of him tightened with barely restrained fury. He knew there was a target on her back but thinking that the demons had gotten close to her made him see red. Good thing she couldn’t see his eyes. No doubt they were glowing brightly.
