Oh yeah, certain stuff was definitely working.
Daemon rolled off me, onto his back beside me. “Next question?” he asked, voice deep and thick.
I didn’t move. I stared wide-eyed at the blue skies. “You could’ve just told me, you know?” I looked at him. “You didn’t have to show me.”
“And what fun would there be in telling you?” He turned his head toward me. “Next question, Kitten?”
“Why do you call me that?”
“You remind me of a little fuzzy kitten, all claws and no bite.”
“Okay, that makes no sense.”
He shrugged.
I searched my scattered thoughts for another question. I had so many, but he’d totally blown my train of thought to smithereens. “Do you think there are more Arum around?”
Only the barest hint of emotion flitted across his face. He tipped his head back, studying me. “They are always around.”
“And they’re hunting you?”
“It’s the only thing they care about.” He returned to staring at the sky. “Without our powers, they are like…humans, but vicious and immoral. They’re into ultimate destruction and whatever.”
I swallowed hard. “Have you…fought a lot of them?”
“Yep.” He eased onto his side, using his hand to support his head. A lock of hair fell over his eye. “I’ve lost count of how many I’ve faced and killed. And with you lit up like you are, more will come.”
My fingers itched to brush that strand of hair back. “Then why did you stop the truck?”
“Would you have preferred I let it pancake you?”
I didn’t even bother responding to that. “Why did you?”
A muscle popped in his jaw as his gaze drifted over my upturned face. “Honestly?”
“Yes.”
“Will it get me bonus points?” he asked softly.
Holding my breath, I reached up and brushed back the strand of hair. My fingers barely grazed his skin, but he sucked in a sharp breath and closed his eyes. I pulled my hand away, not sure why I’d done that. “Depends on how you answer the question.”
Daemon’s eyes opened. The pupils were white, strangely beautiful. He eased down on his back again, his arm against mine. “Next question?”
I clasped my hands together, over my stomach. “Why does using your powers leave a trace?”
“Humans are like glow-in-the-dark T-shirts to us. When we use our abilities around you, you can’t help but absorb our light. Eventually, the glow will fade, but the more we do, the more energy we use, the brighter the trace. Dee blurring out doesn’t leave much of anything. The truck incident and when I scared the bear, that leaves a visible mark. Something more powerful, like healing someone, leaves a longer trace. A faint one, nothing big so I’m told, but it lingers longer for some reason.
“I should’ve been more careful around you,” he continued. “When I scared the bear I used a blast of light, which is kind of like a laser. It left a large enough trace on you for the Arum to see you.”
“You mean the night I was attacked?” I whispered, my voice hoarse.
“Yes.” He dragged a hand down his face. “Arum don’t come here a lot, because they don’t think any Luxen are here. The beta quartz in the Rocks throws off our energy signature, hides us. That’s one of the reasons why there are a lot of us here. But there must have been one coming through. He saw your trace and knew there had to be one of us nearby. It was my fault.”
“It wasn’t your fault. You weren’t the one who attacked me.”
“But I basically led him to you,” he said, voice tight.
At first I couldn’t speak. There was this horrible punched-in-the-gut type of feeling that spread to the tips of my fingers and down to my toes. I felt the blood drain out my face so fast it left me dizzy.
Suddenly, what that man had said made sense. Where are they? He’d been looking for them. “Where is he now? Is he still around? Is he going to come back? What—”
Daemon’s hand found mine and squeezed. “Kitten, calm down. You’re going to have a heart attack.”
My eyes dropped to our hands. He didn’t pull his away. “I’m not going to have a heart attack.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I rolled my eyes.
“He isn’t a problem anymore,” he said after a few seconds.
“You…you killed him?”
“Yeah, I kind of did.”
“You kind of did? I didn’t know there was any ‘kind of’ in killing someone.”
“Okay, yes, I did kill him.” There wasn’t a single ounce of doubt or remorse in his voice, like killing someone didn’t even faze him. I should be afraid, very afraid of him. Daemon sighed. “We’re enemies, Kitten. He would’ve killed me and my family after absorbing our abilities if I didn’t stop him. Not only that, he would’ve brought more here. Others like us would’ve been in danger. You would’ve been in danger.”
“What about the truck? I’m glowing brighter now.” I ignored the clenching in my stomach. “Will there be another?”
“Hopefully there are none nearby. If not, the traces on you should fade. You’ll be safe.”
He was guiding his thumb across my hand in a silent alphabet. It was sort of soothing, comforting. “And if not?”
“Then I’ll kill them, too.” He didn’t hesitate. “For awhile, you’re going to need to stay around me, until the trace fades.”
“Dee said something like that.” I bit my lip. “So you don’t want me to stay away from you guys anymore?”
“It doesn’t matter what I want.” He glanced down at his hand. “But if I had my way, you wouldn’t be anywhere near us.”
I sucked in a sharp breath, pulling my hand free. “Gee, don’t be honest or anything.”
“You don’t understand,” Daemon replied. “Right now, you can lead an Arum right to my sister. And I have to protect her. She’s all I have left. And I have to protect the others here. I’m the strongest. That is what I do. And while you’re carrying the trace on you, I don’t want you going anywhere with Dee if I’m not with you.”
Sitting up, I glanced toward the shore. “I think it’s time I head back.”
His fingers wrapped around my arm. The skin tingled. “Right now, you can’t be out there by yourself. I need to be with you until the trace fades.”
“I don’t need you to play babysitter.” My jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it. The whole staying away from Dee pissed me off, but I understood. Doesn’t mean his words didn’t hurt. “I’ll stay away from Dee until it fades.”
“You’re still not getting it.” His grip didn’t tighten, but I had a feeling he wanted to shake the crap out of me even though I knew he never would. “If an Arum gets ahold of you, they aren’t going to kill you. The one at the library—he was playing with you. He was going to get you to the point that you’d beg for your life and then force you to take him back to one of us.”
I swallowed. “Daemon—”
“You don’t have a choice. Right now, you’re a huge risk with the trace. You are a danger to my sister. I will not let anything happen to her.”
His love for his sister was admirable, but did nothing to stop the flow of anger rushing through my veins. “And then after the trace fades? Then what?”
“I prefer that you’d stay the hell away from all of us, but I doubt that’s going to happen. And my sister does care for you.” He let go of my arm and leaned back, resting on his elbows. “As long as you don’t end up with another trace, then I don’t have a problem with you being friends with her.”
My hands balled into fists. “I’m so grateful to have your approval.”
His little half smile didn’t reach his eyes. His smiles rarely did. “I’ve already lost one sibling because of how he felt for a human. I’m not going to lose another.”
Anger was still simmering in me, but his words caught my attention. “You’re talking about your brother and Bethany.”
There w
as a pause and then, “My brother fell in love with a human…and now they’re both dead.”
Chapter 19
Like he’d turned off my bitch switch, all I could do was stare at him. There was a feeling in my gut that told me I already knew this stuff but hadn’t wanted to acknowledge it. God, he was such a jerk, but my anger eased off, lessening and leaving uncertainty in its wake.
“What happened?” I asked.
He was staring over my shoulder, focused on the trees behind me. “Dawson met Bethany, and I swear to you, it was like love at first sight. Everything for him became about her. Matthew—Mr. Garrison—warned him. I warned him that it wasn’t going to work. There was no way we can have a relationship with a human.”
Pressing his lips together, he took a moment. “You don’t know how hard it is, Kat. We have to hide what we are all the time, and even among our own kind, we have to be careful. There are many rules. The DOD and Luxen don’t like the idea of us messing with humans.” He paused, shaking his head. “It’s as if they think we’re animals, beneath them.”
“But you’re not animals,” I said. They were definitely not like us, but they weren’t beneath us.
“Do you know anytime we apply for something, it’s tracked by the DOD?” He glanced at me, eyes troubled. Angry. “Driver’s license, they know. If we apply for college, they see it. Marriage license to a human? Forget it. We even have a registration we have to go through if we want to move.”
I blinked. “Can they do that?”
He laughed humorlessly. “This is your planet, not ours. You even said it. And they keep us in place by funding our lives. We have random check-ins, so we can’t hide or anything. Once they know we’re here, that’s it.”
Not sure what to say, I remained quiet. Everything about their life seemed controlled, chronicled. It was frightening and sad.
“And that’s not all. We’re expected to find another Luxen, and to stay there.”
Alarm trickled through my system. Was he obligated to Ash? It seemed the wrong time to ask. And it seemed even more wrong that I wanted to ask. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
“It’s not.” Daemon sat up in one fluid motion, dropping his arms over his bent knees. “It’s easy to feel human. I know I’m not, but I want the same things that all humans want.” He stopped, shaking his head. “Anyway, something happened between Dawson and Bethany. I don’t know what. He never said. They went out hiking one Saturday and he came back late, his clothing torn and covered with blood. They were closer than ever. If Matt and the Thompsons didn’t have their suspicions before, they did then. That following weekend, Dawson and Bethany went out to the movies. They never came back.”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“The DOD found him the next day in Moorefield, his body dumped in a field like garbage.” His voice was low, rough. “I didn’t get to say good-bye. They took his body before I could even see him, because of the risk of exposure. When we die or get hurt, we resort back to our true form.”
I ached for that—for him and Dee. “Are you sure he’s…dead then, if you’ve never seen his body?”
“I know an Arum got him. Drained him of his abilities and killed him. If he were still alive, he would’ve found a way to contact us. Both his and Bethany’s bodies were taken away before anyone could see. Her parents will never know what happened to her. And all we know is that he had to have done something that left a trace on her, enabling the Arum to find him. That’s the only way. They can’t sense us here. He had to have done something major.”
My chest squeezed. I couldn’t imagine what he and Dee had to have felt. My father’s death had been expected. It hurt—it had felt like his sickness and eventual death was killing me—but he hadn’t been murdered.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I know there’s nothing I can say. I’m just so sorry.”
He shifted slightly, lifting his head to the sky. In a second, the mask he wore slipped down. And there was the real Daemon. Still a total badass, but there was pain in him, a vulnerability in the lines of his face that I doubted anyone ever got to see. And suddenly, I felt like I was intruding, witnessing this moment. For it to be me, of all people, to see beneath the layers of attitude didn’t seem right. It should’ve been someone he cared about, someone important to him.
“I…I miss the idiot,” he said raggedly.
My heart clenched. The pain in his voice pricked at me. Not thinking, I turned and reached over, wrapping my arms around his all too stiff body. I hugged him, squeezing him as tightly as I could. And then I let him go before he overreacted and threw me off the rock.
Daemon still didn’t move. He stared at me, eyes wide, like he’d never been hugged before. Maybe the Luxen didn’t believe in hugs.
I lowered my gaze. “I miss my dad, too. It doesn’t get any easier.”
His breath expelled harshly. “Dee said he was sick but not what was wrong with him. I’m sorry…for you loss. Sickness isn’t something we’re accustomed to. What was it?”
I told him about my dad’s cancer, which was surprisingly easy. And then I told him about better things—things my dad and I shared before he got sick. How I used to garden with him and we’d spend Saturday mornings during the spring searching for new plants and flowers.
And he shared memories of Dawson. The first time they hiked the Seneca Rocks. And the time that Dawson had morphed into someone else and couldn’t figure out how to change back. We stayed there, somehow finding a peace in talking about them until the sun started to fade and the rock lost its warmth. And it was just me and him, in the dusk, staring at the stars filling the sky.
I was reluctant to leave, not because the water would be cold, but because I knew—I knew—that this little piece of the world we created, where we weren’t arguing or hating one another, wouldn’t last. It seemed that Daemon…needed someone to talk to, and I happened to be here. I asked the right questions. And it was the same for me. He was here. At least, that’s what I was telling myself, because I knew tomorrow would be no different than the week before.
We had to go back to the real world. And Daemon wishing he’d never met me.
Neither of us spoke until we were on my porch. The light was on in the living room, so when I did speak, I kept my voice low. “What happens now?”
Daemon’s hands were fists at his side as he looked away, not answering.
I started to turn, but in the time that it took for me to blink my eyes, Daemon was already gone.
…
“You didn’t do anything for Labor Day?” Lesa pointed at Carissa behind her. “You live a life as exciting as Carissa.”
Carissa rolled her eyes as she straightened her glasses. “Not all of us have parents who whisk us away for a quick weekend in North Carolina. We aren’t as cool as you.”
It wasn’t like I could tell them I did have an exciting weekend, one involving almost getting hit by a truck and proving the existence of extraterrestrial life forms, so I shrugged and scribbled in my notebook. “Just hung out at home.”
“I can see why.” Lesa tipped her chin toward the front of the classroom. “I would too if I lived next to that.”
“You should’ve been born as a man,” Carissa remarked, and I hid a smile. Those two were a riot; one as oppressed as the other was ballsy. I always felt like I was watching an insane tennis match between the angel on my left shoulder and the devil on my right.
But I didn’t need to look up to see they were talking about Daemon. Last night I’d barely slept. Only thing I was certain come Tuesday morning, I wouldn’t act like anything was different. I ignored him, which was what I did before I found out he was from far, far away.
And it worked right up until he sat behind me and I felt his pen poking against my back. Slowly, I set my pen down and casually turned around. “Yes?”
Sooty lashes lowered, but not before I saw the sparkle in his eyes. “My house. After school.”
Lesa’s audible intake of breath was sort of embarr
assing.
I knew I had to hang out with Daemon until the damn trace thing faded, but I didn’t take well to being ordered around. “I have plans.”
His head moved an inch to the side. “Excuse me?”
A small, evil part of me reveled in his surprise. “I said I have plans.”
A second of silence passed, and then he smiled. It wasn’t as devastating as I expected, but pretty damn close. “You don’t have plans.”
“How would you know?”
“I do.”
“Well, you’re wrong.” He wasn’t. I didn’t have any plans.
His gaze slid to the girls. “Is she hanging out with either of you after school?”
Carissa opened her mouth, but Lesa cut her off. “Nope.”
Some friends. “Maybe I wasn’t hanging out with them.”
Daemon tipped his desk forward, closing the space between us. “Besides them and Dee, what other friends do you have?”
I cut him a death look. “I have other friends.”
“Yeah, name one.”
Dammit. He called my bluff. “Fine. Whatever.”
He gave me a sexy smirk and settled back in his seat, tapping his pen on his desk. Sending him one more look of pure hatred, I turned back around. Yeah, nothing had changed.
…
Daemon followed me home after school. Literally. He tailed me in his new Infiniti SUV. My old Camry, with its leaky exhaust and loud muffler, was no match for the speeds he wanted to go.
I’d brake-checked him several times.
He’d blown his horn.
It made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
As soon as I stepped outside of my car, he was right in front of the driver’s side. “Jesus!” I rubbed my chest. “Would you please stop doing that?”
“Why?” He leaned his head down. “You know about us now.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean you can’t walk like a normal human being. What if my mom saw you?”
He grinned. “I’d charm her into believing she was seeing things.”
I shoved past him. “I’m having dinner with my mom.”
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