The walls were bare. No pictures. No artwork. No curtains. The floor was hardwood with no rugs. No nothing. There was a ceiling light, but the bulb was out because nothing happened when she flipped the switch. “I am.” Jaden walked across the room. Hell stared at his back, unsettled by the shiver of pleasure she got from looking at him. Midnight hair spilled down his naked torso, thick and glossy. He wasn’t taller or more muscular, but he felt menacingly bigger than in his human form. Part of her liked the danger. A lot. He disappeared through an open door. A light went on in another room. “No, see, in order to qualify as a slob, you have to have stuff you fail to put away.” She stared at the empty room. “I don’t think you have any stuff.” He lived in a high rise with a spectacular view of the city. Not quite the same as looking down from the vampire level of Strata +1, but impressive all the same.
