But it seems later than it really is. [ He took a sharp inhale of the chill air, and when he exhaled, there was no steam of condensation from the air heating so quickly. ]

Most normal people scurry around at this hour, quick to get home, lest something step from the shadows and into the light long enough to snatch them free.

[ Maybe Shade was a little creepy, but he knew it. He offered him a sharp smile, lifting an eyebrow and tipping his head toward the deep shadows underneath a tree. ]

What makes it that you have little to fear?