Page 100 of Nightshades

“Death might get emotional at the reunion.”

“Shut the fuck up, Famine,” Death snaps, the green grass wilting and turning to ash as it dies.

“Yeah, it would be good to see them one day.” I get lost in the memory of Prez saving me from that situation. He did everything he promised.

I wonder where my cut went when the scientists took me. I wonder what they did with it. I wish I could see them again and ask before killing them.

“I have to go,” Dreamer announces as if I give a fuck. “It was nice meeting you, Shade. I hope to see more of you.”

“I hope you don’t.”

“Shadey.”

“What? I don’t. I need everyone to get out. The nightmare is clawing at me with you all here.”

“You need to be trained,” War informs me. “I’ll come by soon. We’ll get started, but for now, everyone needs to leave.”

One by one, they all leave, finally leaving me alone with Lula.

“You need me, don’t you?” Lula asks. “Come give me nightmares, Shadey.”

“How did you know?”

“Mi alma lo dice.”

I grab Lula’s hand, blurring us against the wall, and the shadow seeps into her. Those brown eyes I love so much turn black, burnt tears dripping down her face.

“Let me see what you fear, Little Dream.”

The end

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Two weeks later

“I want to fuck you in the back seat right now.” Shade’s claws are lengthened, digging into his black jeans so hard that he might rip them.

We’ve gone through too many pairs of pants lately. At this rate, I need to buy stock in denim.

“And have your big body ruin my 1969 Chevy Impala? That’s like me running over your motorcycle.”

“I won’t ruin it. I’ll be good. I’ll sit up while you ride that pretty cunt on my cock.”

“You only feel that way because I’m helping you hunt someone,” I add, knowing that it isn’t the only reason. Teasing him is fun. He gets worked up so easily.

“No.” His giant, oversized hand covers my leg, reminding me of last night, when he held onto them while fucking me on our new couch. “Because that citrus scent of yours is stronger now since the pregnancy.”

My heart warms. I understand now. He won’t admit it, but I’ve noticed. He loves it when the lure light shines on our child. Shade is always enamored when seeing our child. A trance overtakes him, along with a big smile that I don’t think he knows appears upon his face.

He watches for as long as possible, never taking his eyes away from the glowing womb. Shade talks to his son every night. At least, I feel he’s a boy. I don’t know how. I just do.

It warms my heart to know Shade finally has the family he has ached for his entire life. It’s changed a part of him. He’s…softer sometimes, but only with me. I have to stop him from killing someone at least once every single day.

He hates everyone.

Everyone but me.

And I love it that way.