Bailey

Alluring and beautiful is exactly how I would describe Pitch

Sometimes Pitch looks like a man with broad shoulders, thick black hair, and alluring amber eyes. And sometimes, like this, he is just a shadow that blinks away before I can ask why he’s even here.

The darkest one of all is named Pitch, and he’s also my shadow.

Speaking of the devil, which he might be for all I know, Pitch doesn’t always talk to me. I guess he doesn’t really need to. His thoughts are my fears and my fears are his thoughts now. No matter where he goes, I can always sense him without looking. It’s inherent, not because I want it to be, but because we’re soul mates.

Literally.

The night that I died, I was the only light left within his swirling darkness, and he latched on to me by tethering my soul to his so we could both stay alive. He never meant for either of us to suffer and die. Only a child himself, he merely wanted to grant my birthday wish.

Now we are alone, Pitch steps out from my body, no longer a shadow but a huge, gorgeous man dressed in a pair of black trousers that hang loosely from his hips

I’m reminded why I was able to forgive him: I’ve loved this man since I the first moment I saw him

With Pitch by my side, holding my hand in that protective, alpha way of his that makes me weak in the knees, we follow the wisp through the dimly lit forest. It only feels like minutes later when we arrive at the academy, and I feel a little stupid for not finding it on my own.

Maybe Pitch can teach me, or Ambrose.

Not even Pitch knows about him.

He’ll probably just say Ambrose is a figment of my imagination. But he’s not.

Ambrose only ever appears in my dreams.

“So Mr Fox Who Bites Kids, what is your real name?” I turn and ask him. I’ve clearly pissed him off with those words, as his eyes narrow on me for the first time. “Wait, I have a better question. Is your shift pink like your eyes?”

Sage nudges me playfully. “You have detention with us, too, Buzzie.”

I scrunch my face up, sliding her a mock glare. “You fail to shift into a bee one time and then you’re forever known as Buzzie. I hate that I love it.”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll forget the yellow and black stripes on every bit of my hair I was left with for a week.”

“Dude, you looked like a traffic sign.”

We both pause and stare at each other before bursting into laughter

His eyes are so dark, almost like dark magic itself as he looks at me. and my breath hitches in the silent room.

“The double bed is definitely an improvement for when I come back later. When you’re alone.” His lips tug up, a breathtaking seductive smirk playing on his face. And just like that, he disappears once more