He was danger and darkness and deliverance, and he was every desire of my soul embodied. Nico caught me staring and passed a hand through his dusty hair, smoothing it out. “I need a haircut, I know.” “That’s not what I was thinking,” I replied. “Then what?” I winked at him, glancing at Luther standing too close behind us. “I can’t tell you just yet.” “Hells, here the fuck we go with these two,” Luther muttered.
