Shining—I was shining bright and pure as a star. “Day Court?” I asked.
“I don’t care,” he said roughly, and removed the glamour from himself.
It was a small magic, he’d once told me, to keep the damper on who he was, what his power looked like.
As the full majesty of him was unleashed, he filled the room, the world, my soul, with glittering ebony power. Stars and wind and shadows; peace and dreams and the honed edge of nightmares. Darkness rippled from him like tendrils of steam as he reached out a hand and laid it flat against the glowing skin of my stomach.
That hand of night splayed, the light leaking through the wafting shadows, and I hoisted myself up on my elbows to kiss him.