Obsession

No one human.

He’s not human.

The man’s arm snaked out, knocking the cell phone out of my hand. It hit the nearby wall with enough force that it punched a hole into the plaster and shattered.

“Sorry,” the man said. “Can’t have you calling the police.”

Panic poured into me as I backed up, hitting the tiny bar/island of my kitchen counter. “What…what do you want?”

The same strange, tight smile never faded from his face. “I think that’s obvious by now.”

It was. Every part of me recognized that this was a life-or-death situation. It didn’t matter how this man had gotten into my apartment so quickly, only that he was here to kill. And I knew why—because of Mel, and because of what I’d seen in the garage.

My muscles locked up as adrenaline pumped through my veins. Instinct took over.

Hell no, I wasn’t going to die in this crappy apartment. Screw. That.

I reached behind me blindly, fingers hitting the edge of a four-slot toaster. Not the best weapon, but it would have to do. I tore it from the wall and launched it at the assailant. Not a girlie throw, either. I played softball all through high school and even coached a rec league a few years in college.

That kind of throw would do some damage.

Except the toaster…it didn’t hit the man. It…it stopped in midair, frozen there as if someone pushed pause on time.

My breath punched out of my lungs. “Holy shit.”

“Throwing isn’t nice.” He waved his hand to the side, and the toaster bounced off the wall harmlessly.

I shot away from the counter, grabbing the base of a thick lamp. I swung it like a bat. Crying out, I felt it ripped from my hands by some unseen force. It hit the couch.

No. No. No. What was this thing? Pressure clamped down on my chest as I darted into the kitchen, going for the baseball bat that had been propped against the kitchen counter for years.

The man appeared in front of me, grinning now, as if he enjoyed this. I skidded to a halt. Backing up, I was gripped in mounting terror.

“Fighting is really pointless, Serena.” He prowled forward, each step slow and precise. The fact that he knew my name wasn’t surprising. “But it is entertaining.”

I spun toward the door, knowing that getting outside was my only hope of survival.

He appeared before me, blocking the exit. The outline of his body blurred and flickered, like he was moving so fast that even his body couldn’t keep up with him.

I stumbled back, eyes wide. Horrified, I watched the man’s eyes dilate and his pupils turn white, shining like cut, polished diamonds.

“This isn’t personal, babe,” he said, his voice so casual it was like he was asking me directions. “More like wrong friend, wrong place and time.”

I opened my mouth to scream like holy hell, but the man was suddenly right in front of me. His hand clamped down on my throat, cutting off my cry. He lifted me off my feet and shoved me backward. My head cracked off the wall. Starbursts exploded across my vision. His fingers dug into the flesh of my neck, pressing into my windpipe.

I went wild.

Clawing at the hand around my throat, I kicked out and thrashed, but he was unnaturally strong. I couldn’t get my fingers between his and my skin. The kicks didn’t seem to faze him as he dispassionately watched me struggle. Pain splintered the back of my head, spreading to become an unholy burn in my throat as I gulped at air, but I couldn’t drag any in. My movements slowed as I smacked at his hands, refusing to give up, to go down like this.

He leaned in, pressing his forehead against mine. “It will be easier if you stop struggling,” he murmured. “Just let go. It’ll be over sooner that way.”

I begged with my eyes, pleaded really, but the man—this thing—shook his head slowly, clucking his tongue. He was playing with me. Considering what he was capable of, he could just incinerate me or snap my neck, but he was dragging this out.

My vision was dimming at the corners, an unrelenting, terrifying darkness encroaching. I knew if I succumbed there was no coming back. In a last-ditch effort, I swiped out with my hand, clawing at the assailant’s eyes.

He dodged the attack easily and laughed— HE LAUGHED . I believed in that moment it would be the last thing I ever heard—that cold, unflinching laugh.

Except it wasn’t the last thing I heard.

A loud pop reverberated through the apartment, making my attacker whip his head to the side. Over his shoulder, I saw a fissure slice down the middle of the glass door of the soapbox-sized balcony. The crack spread like a spiderweb, reaching every corner of the door. Beyond the glass, on the balcony was a shadow so dark it seemed to eclipse the sun.

The glass shattered, falling to the floor like tinkling wind chimes, and the shadow drifted inside the apartment. Frost— mother-freaking frost—spread along the kitchen walls, a thin, icy coating.

The man let go of me. Hitting the floor on my knees, I doubled over, dragging air into my bruised throat.

“Arum,” said the man.

I rolled onto my haunches, lifting my head as my lungs worked overtime to replenish the deprived cells. What I saw… oh God…it had to be a hallucination.

The shadow rushed the attacker, solidifying as it flew through my kitchen. It slammed into the guy with the force of a freight train, knocking him over the couch.

Scrabbling back against the wall, I lifted my gaze.

A cyclone of shadows swirled in place, revealing a form underneath with each vicious turn. Loose papers flew into the air. The curtains covering the windows billowed. Cheap pictures rattled on the walls. Underneath the black cloud, two legs, a torso, arms, and broad shoulders formed. Everything in the room stopped. Papers fluttered to the floor like doves. Curtains drifted back to the windows. The shadowy cyclone stilled, revealing a man.

My gasp shattered the silence.

Hunter stood where the shadow had been, a tall and imposing force. And he was smiling, a deadly smirk that said he welcomed a fight that he knew he would win.

The other man was on his feet, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. The golden complexion of my attacker was now a ghastly white. Terror filled those diamond-colored eyes.

“You really want to do this?” Hunter’s deep, smooth voice rolled like thunder.

The man’s lips pulled back in a snarl, and I almost expected to see fangs protruding from his mouth. There weren’t any, but then the man flew at Hunter, his form blurring around the edges. His whole form flickered in and out like an old TV station losing reception.

Bright light flooded the room—it came from the man. He was still there, but…but he was made of light. A solid, humanoid form made of light.

Just like Mel had said, I thought dumbly. Like a walking, fucking light bulb.

Light Bulb reared his arm back. Whitish-red light crackled and spit into the air, spinning down his arm. I recognized the same action from the parking garage and I stopped thinking. Lurching to my feet, I grabbed the bat.

Everything happened so fast.

I flung the bat at Light Bulb with all my strength. It shot through the air like a dagger, flipping over and over.

Light Bulb’s head whipped in my direction.

Hunter cursed.

Light Bulb lifted a hand, catching the bat, handle first. The metal smoked and then collapsed into itself, incinerating into ash.