Page 27 of The Danger Kiss

As she clung to me with the determination of someone desperately seeking solace, I felt her anger surge through her body, hot and unyielding, moments before her Manifestation showed itself.

She unleashed her powers on me, deadly grey-white tendrils of poison erupting forth from her fingertips like vipers from the darkest shadows of her heart.

“Stop it, Blanca.”

Without thinking, I had my hands up, deflecting the threads as if they were nothing more than thin strings of yarn. The murky mist hung in the air for second, and then disappeared, like flimsy bubbles of death.

In that very moment, she saw what I really was, the real man behind the veneer of Dalek, the Dome fighter, the trainer from Project D.

My ability to control and mimic the abilities of other meta-humans was laid bare before her.

Before the very woman I had long since wanted to tell the whole truth about myself.

For the longest time, I wanted to tell Blanca that the real Dalek had never stopped thinking about the girl with the violet eyes. The truth was that his heart broke every single time he thought back to how he had abandoned her at the Diesel Dome without a word of goodbye.

And the truth was that the real Dalek wasn’t a healer.

He was a thief.