Chapter 1
“Matt?” I breathed out, trying my best to put the full shock factor behind my words. I already knew it was fucking Matt Murdock, knew from the moment Foggy dragged home his new best friend and the pieces all clicked together. Still, the seventeen-year-old sister of said best friend really had no business knowing.
Until now.
Matt (or The Guy in the Black Mask — Devil of Hell’s Kitchen, even?) froze up the moment his name passed my lips. He titled his head like a dog, my favorite quirk of his. I wondered if he was listening to my heart.
“No.” He said. The way he made his voice all gravely was kinda funny.
“Uh, yes.” I pointed a finger at him, “You did that thing you do. The head tilt.” I tilted my head to the side to show him.
Actually, I wasn’t sure if he could sense stuff like that. Probably heard my spine crack or something. Ugh.
Matt was still standing frozen. Until, in what I could only assume was his fight or flight response, he grabbed onto the nearest fire escape and ran away.
“Wow,” I said, still speaking at my normal volume, knowing he could hear me, “Really fucking athletic for a blind guy.”
I continued on my way home. I’d thank Matt for breaking the skull of my would-be mugger tomorrow.