Hunted by Darkness (Darkness #4)

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possessive quality to his words.
    She blinked. She knew he’d wanted her to act as if she was his, but they were alone and he wasn’t acting at the moment. Of that she was certain. She didn’t know how to respond to that, but she knew that she liked it. Even if it did only serve to confuse her. The mixed signals he was throwing her way were out of control. Before she could think of a suitable response, if there even was one, a low hum filled the air.
    Tensing, she slid off the counter as he jumped from the shower, barely taking the time to turn the water off.
    “Stay here,” he ordered, yanking the bathroom door open.
    That wasn’t happening.
    Ignoring him, she trailed after him into the bedroom then hallway. She might not be a warrior but she still had power. If anything, she could just bring this house down on any intruders’ heads. Besides, it was better if they stuck together.
    “Nyx,” he snarled as they reached the stairs.
    “Save it! We’re a team so freaking deal with it.” For all she knew his half-brothers were planning to attack them. They needed to stick together.
    “Stay behind me then.” Frustration rolled off him but at least he wasn’t fighting her.
    “I don’t like this new caveman attitude.” Well, she liked it when he was being sexy about it, but this was different and it annoyed her. She still fell behind him as they hurried down the stairs. The humming, almost whining sound abruptly stopped as they reached the empty entryway.
    “The attitude isn’t new. You’re just seeing it for the first time.” He reached behind him, his big hand landing on her hip as they slowly entered the hallway.
    She liked the feel of his fingers flexing against her, loved the possessive way he held her. She wasn’t sure what to make of his statement though.
    Ian and Rory were talking nearby, the tone of their conversation casual. As they reached the entryway for a kitchen, all conversation stopped.
    She peered around Bo to see the brothers sitting at a table eating some sort of raw-looking meat. Yuck.
    Rory eyed Bo warily, shoved a pile of folded clothing across the table. “Look, I’m okay with occasional naked days but I don’t know you so put on some fucking clothes.”
    Nyx tried to hold back a laugh, but couldn’t. She pressed her face against Bo’s back to partially smother it. Awareness flared inside her at the skin to skin contact, the reaction so sudden it took her breath away. It certainly didn’t help that she was pressed up against his very naked, very muscular body.
    “We heard something when we were upstairs. I thought the house might be breached,” Bo said, taking the clothes.
    “Oh, we have shutters on the windows. They automatically close when darkness falls.” Given the raspy voice, Ian had answered.
    Well that was certainly something Nyx was grateful for.
    “We have some food for both of you but we weren’t sure what fae ate,” Ian said as Bo started to put on the same harem-style pants the other two were wearing. Next he pulled on a black tunic with intricate gold stitching at the end of the three-quarter sleeves. As the daughter of a goddess she knew quality when she saw it and it was luxurious material.
    “Thank you for the clothing and the hospitality,” Nyx said when it was clear Bo wasn’t going to say anything. “And I eat regular food just like humans and shifters and…whoever. As long as it’s cooked,” she tacked on.
    Ian grinned and stood. “I’ll fix you something. Why don’t you two sit? I think we can put the twenty foot rule on hold for a meal. Right?”
    “Yes,” Nyx said before Bo could respond. She could feel the tension in his body, knew he wanted to say no, but these two were related to him and she was pretty good at detecting monsters.
    “You’re very amiable.” Bo’s voice was tight as he led her across the kitchen. He placed himself in between her and Rory as they sat at the high-top four-seat table. The table set was quality too, real

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