After the bookstore closed, I was finally able to get some work done. I had still been uneasy in the store by myself at night ever since what happened to Malachi. Being on edge was an understatement with how easily he hid in the shadows and seemed to thrive off of my fear.
I did fear him.
But, I also wanted him.
No, I couldn't want him. That was completely out of the question. He was insane and not even completely human. Whatever his deal was, I needed to steer clear. Nothing to do with Malachi would end in anything but devastation.
Plus, he could be the vigilante.
My money was on him for roughing up the men from the bar last night. He’d made it clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to hurt my friend if he didn’t stay away, so I could only imagine what he’d do to an unwelcome suitor.
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