Obsidian l-1

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

  “You’re such a joy to talk to.” I briefly considered ignoring it, but I placed my hand in his. Static passed from his skin to mine. I bit down on my lip as he helped me over the downed tree before dropping my hand. “Thank you.” Daemon looked away and continued walking. “Are you excited about school?”

  What? Like he cared? “It’s not exciting being the newbie. You know, the whole sticking out like a sore thumb. Not fun.”

  “I can see that.”

  “You can?”

  “Yeah, I can. We only have a little bit more to go.”

  I wanted to question him further, but why put the effort into it? He’d give me another vague answer or innuendo. “A little bit? How long have we been walking?”

  “About twenty minutes, maybe a little longer. I told you it was fairly hidden.”

  Following him over another uprooted tree, I saw a clearing ahead beyond the trees.

  “Welcome to our little piece of paradise.” There was a sardonic twist to his lips.

  Ignoring him, I walked into the clearing. I was amazed. “Wow. This place is beautiful.”

  “It is.” He stood next to me, one hand cupping his eyes against the glare from the sun bouncing off the smooth surface of the water.

  I could tell from the stiff set of his shoulders, this place was special to him. Just knowing that kind of made my stomach flutter. I reached up and put my hand on his arm, and he turned to face me. “Thank you for bringing me.” Before Daemon could open his mouth and ruin the moment, I dropped my hand and deliberately looked away.

  A creek divided the clearing, expanding into a small, natural lake. It rippled in the soft breeze. Rocks erupted from the middle, flat and smooth-looking. Somehow, the land had been cleared in a perfect circle around the water. Large patches of flat, grassy land and wildflowers blossomed in the full sun. It was peaceful.

  I went to the water’s edge. “How deep is it?”

  “About ten feet in most parts, twenty feet on the other side of the rocks.” He was right behind me, doing that creepy, quiet walking thing. “Dee loves it here. Before you came, she spent most of her days here.” To Daemon, my arrival was the beginning of the end. The apocalypse. Kat-mageddon. “You know, I’m not going to get your sister in trouble.”

  “We’ll see.”

  “I’m not a bad influence,” I tried again. Things would be much easier if we could just get along. “I haven’t ever gotten into trouble before.”

  He slipped around me, eyes on the still waters. “She doesn’t need a friend like you.”

  “There isn’t anything wrong with me,” I snapped. “You know what? Forget this.”

  He sighed. “Why do you garden?”

  I stopped, hands clenching. “What?”

  “Why do you garden?” he asked again, still staring at the lake. “Dee said you do it so you don’t think. What do you want to avoid thinking about?”

  Was this caring and sharing time now? “It’s none of your business.”

  Daemon shrugged. “Then let’s go swimming.”

  Swimming was the last thing I wanted to do. Drowning him? Maybe. But then he kicked off his sneakers and took off his jeans. Underneath, he had on swim trunks. Then he whipped his shirt off in one quick motion. Dayam. I’d seen guys without their shirts on before. I lived in Florida, where every guy felt the need to walk around half-dressed. Hell, I’d seen this half-naked guy before. This shouldn’t be a big deal.

  But man, I was so wrong.

  He had a great build, not too big but more muscles than any boy his age should have. Daemon moved with a fluid grace to the water, his muscles flexing and stretching with every step.

  I wasn’t sure how long I stood staring after him before he finally dived into the water. My cheeks were warm. I exhaled, realizing I’d been holding my breath. I needed to get a grip. Or a camera to memorialize this moment, because I bet I could make money from a video of him. I could make a fortune… As long as he never opened his mouth.

  Daemon broke the surface several feet away from where he went under, water glistening in his hair and on the tips of his lashes. His dark hair was slicked back, bringing more focus on his eerie green eyes. “Are you coming in?” Recalling the red bathing suit I’d decided to wear, I wished I could run away. My earlier confidence had evaporated. I toed off my shoes with slow, deliberate movements, pretending to enjoy the surroundings while my heart threw itself against my ribs.

  He watched for a few moments, curious. “You sure are shy, aren’t you, Kitten?”

  I stilled. “Why do you call me that?”

  “Because it makes your hair stand up, like a kitten.” Daemon was laughing at me. He pushed back farther, the water lapping at his chest. “So? Are you coming in?”

  Good God, he wasn’t going to turn around or anything. And there was a challenge in his stare, as if he expected me to chicken out. Maybe that’s what he wanted — expected. There was no doubt in my mind that he knew he had an effect on girls.

  Practical, boring Katy would’ve gone into the lake fully clothed.

  I didn’t want to be her. That was the whole purpose of the red bathing suit. I wanted to prove to him I wasn’t easily intimidated. I was determined to win this round.

  Daemon looked bored. “I’m giving you one minute to get in here.”

  I resisted the urge to flip him off again and took a deep breath. It wasn’t as if I was getting naked, not really. “Or what?”

  He moved closer to the bank of the lake. “Or I come and get you.”

  I scowled at him. “I’d like to see you try that.”

  “Forty seconds.” He watched me with an intense, piercing gaze as he drifted closer.

  Rubbing my hand down my face, I sighed.

  “Thirty seconds.” He taunted from an even shorter distance.

  “Jesus,” I muttered, yanking my shirt off. I thought twice about throwing it at his head. I raced to shed my shorts when he called out the last taunting reminder.

  I stepped toward the edge with my hands on my hips. “Happy?”

  Daemon lost his smile and stared. “I’m never happy around you.”

  “What did you say?” My eyes narrowed on his blank expression. He did not say what I thought he did.

  “Nothing. You better get in before that blush reaches your toes.”

  Flushing even more under his scrutiny, I turned and walked toward the edge of the lake where the drop-off wasn’t steep. The water felt great, easing the uncomfortable heat prickling my skin.

  I stumbled for anything to say. “It’s beautiful out here.”

  He watched me for a moment and then thankfully disappeared under the water. Water dripped down his face when he popped back up. Needing to cool my face off, I went under. The cold rush was invigorating, clearing my thoughts. Resurfacing, I pushed the long clumps of hair out of my face.

  Daemon eyed me from a few feet away, his cheeks above the waterline and his breath blowing the occasional bubble to break the surface tension. Something in his gaze beckoned me closer.

  “What?” I asked after a stretch of silence.

  “Why don’t you come here?”

  There was no way I was going near him. Not even if he dangled a cookie in his hand. Trust and his name didn’t go together. I twisted around, dipping under the water, heading for the rocks I’d seen in the middle of the lake.

  I reached them in a few strong strokes and pulled myself out of the water, onto the warm, hard surface. I started squeezing the water out of my hair. He treaded water in the middle of the lake. “You look disappointed.” Daemon didn’t respond. A curious, almost confused look crossed his face. “Well…what do we have here?”

  I dangled my feet into the water and made a face at him. “What are you talking about now?”

  “Nothing.” He waded closer to me.

  “You said something.”

  “I did, didn’t I?”

  “You’re strange.”

  “You’re not what I expected,” he said in a
hushed voice.

  “What does that mean?” I asked as he made a grab for my foot, and I moved my leg out of his reach. “I’m not good enough to be your sister’s friend?”

  “You don’t have anything in common with her.”

  “How would you know?” I shifted again as he reached for the other leg.

  “I know.”

  “We have a lot in common. And I like her. She’s nice and she’s fun.” I scooted back, completely out of his grasp. “And you should stop being such a dick and chasing off her friends.”

  Daemon was quiet, and then he laughed. “You’re not really like them.”

  “Like who?”

  Another long moment passed. The water lapped around his shoulders, tiny ripples echoing from his chest as he pushed away.

  Shaking my head, I watched him disappear under the water again. I leaned back and closed my eyes. The way the warmth of the sun fell against my upturned face, and the way the heat from the rock seeped through my skin, reminded me of dozing off at the beach. Cool water tickled my toes. I could stay here all day, basking in the sun. Minus Daemon, it would’ve been perfect.

  I had no idea what he meant by the whole not like them or needing a friend like me. It had to be more than him being a psycho overprotective brother. Pushing up, I expected to see him floating on his back, but he had disappeared. I didn’t see him anywhere. I stood up, careful of the sloping rock, and scanned the lake, studying the twinkling surface for a mass of black, wavy hair.

  I made another turn on the rock as unease bubbled in my stomach. Did he leave me here as a joke? But wouldn’t I have heard him?

  I waited, thinking that any second he would break out of the water, lungs gasping for breath, but seconds turned into a minute, and then another. I kept searching the calm surface for any sign of Daemon, growing more frantic with each sweep of my eyes.

  I dragged my hair behind my ears, cupping my hand against the harsh sun. There was no way he could’ve held his breath this long. No way.

  My breath hitched, then turned to ice in my tight chest. This was wrong. I scrambled across the rock and peered down into the still water.

  Had he hurt himself somehow?

  “Daemon!” I screamed.

  There was no response.

  Chapter 6

  “Daemon!”

  A hundred thoughts raced through my head. How long had he been under? Where had I seen him last? How long would it take for me to get help? I didn’t like Daemon, and yeah, I might have briefly considered the idea of drowning him, but I didn’t really wish the guy dead.

  “Oh my God,” I whispered. “This can’t be happening.”

  I couldn’t afford to think anymore. I had to do something. Just as I took a small step to dive into the water, the surface heaved and Daemon burst from the water. Surprise and relief rushed through me, followed by the intense urge to vomit. And then hit him.

  He levered himself onto the rock, the muscles of his arms popping from the strain. “Are you okay? You look a little freaked out.”

  Snapping out of it, I grabbed his slippery shoulders in an effort to assure my queasy stomach he was alive and not brain damaged from lack of oxygen. “Are you okay? What happened?” Then I smacked his arm. Hard. “Don’t you ever do that again!” Daemon threw his hands up. “Whoa there, what is your problem?”

  “You were under the water for so long. I thought you drowned! Why would you do that? Why would you scare me like that?” I hopped to my feet, dragging in a deep breath. “You were under the water forever.” He frowned. “I wasn’t down there that long. I was swimming.”

  “No, Daemon, you were down there a long time. It was at least ten minutes! I looked for you, called for you. I…I thought you were dead.”

  He climbed to his feet. “It couldn’t have been ten minutes. That’s not possible. No one can hold their breath that long.”

  I swallowed. “You apparently can.”

  Daemon’s eyes searched mine. “You were really worried, weren’t you?”

  “No shit! What part of ‘ I thought you drowned’ don’t you under-stand?” I was shaking.

  “Kat, I came up. You must not have seen me. I went right back down.”

  He was lying. I knew it in every bone in my body. Was he just able to hold his breath for an extremely long time? But if that was the case, why wouldn’t he say so?

  “Does this happen often?” he asked.

  My gaze snapped back to his. “Does what?”

  “Imagining things.” He waved his hand. “Or do you have a horrible issue with telling time.”

  “I wasn’t imagining anything! And I know how to tell time, you jerk.”

  “Then I don’t know what to tell you.” He stepped forward, which wasn’t very far on the rock. “I’m not the one imagining that I was underwater for ten minutes when it was like two minutes tops. You know, maybe I’ll buy you a watch the next time I’m in town, when I have my keys back.” For some stupid reason, one I would probably never know, I’d forgotten the reason why we were here. Somewhere between seeing him half naked and then thinking he was dead, I’d lost my mind.

  “Well, make sure you tell Dee we had a wonderful time so that you can get your stupid keys back,” I said, meeting his eyes. “Then we won’t need a replay of today.”

  The smug smile was plastered across his face. “That’s on you, Kitten. I’m sure she’ll call you later and ask.”

  “You’ll have your keys. I’m ready—” My foot slipped over the wet rock. Thrown off balance, my arms flailed in the air.

  Moving lightning fast, his hand shot out and grabbed mine, pulling me forward. The next thing I knew I was against his warm, wet chest and his arm was around my waist.

  “Careful there, Kitten. Dee would be pissed at me if you end up cracking your head open and drowning.”

  Understandable. She’d probably think he did it on purpose. I started to respond but couldn’t. There wasn’t much separating our skin in terms of clothing. My blood was pumping way too fast. It had to be the whole almost-drowning incident.

  A strange edginess swamped me as we stared at each other, the slight wind brushed along wet skin that wasn’t pressed against one another, making the parts plastered together seem even hotter.

  Neither of us spoke.

  His chest rose and fell, the deep bottle-green of his eyes shifting by degrees. It was a powerful, almost electric feeling that coursed through me — answering something in him?

  Well, that was strange, foolish, and illogical. He hated me.

  Then Daemon released my waist and stepped back. He cleared his throat, his voice thick. “I think it’s time we head back.”

  I nodded, disappointed and not even sure why I was disappointed. His mood swings made me feel as if I were on one of those crappy tilt-a-whirls that wouldn’t end, but there…there was just something about him.

  We didn’t speak as we dried off and dressed. We started back home silently. It seemed neither of us had anything to say, which was actually nice. I liked him better when he’d lost the ability to speak.

  But when we reached the driveway, he cursed under his breath. It felt like a blast of arctic air had swept between us. I followed his troubled gaze. There was a strange car in his driveway, one of those expensive Audis that cost my mom’s salary. I wondered if it was his parents, and if this was going to turn into Kat-mageddon round two.

  Daemon’s jaw flexed. “Kat, I—”

  A door opened and closed, banging off the side of the house. A man in his late twenties, early thirties stepped out onto the porch. His light brown hair didn’t match Daemon’s and Dee’s dark waves. Whoever he was, he was handsome and dressed nicely.

  And he also looked pissed.

  The man came down the steps two at a time. He didn’t even look at me. Not once. “What’s going on here?”

  “Absolutely nothing.” Daemon folded his arms. “Since my sister is not home, I’m curious as to why you’re in my house?”

  Okay. D
efinitely not family.

  “I let myself in,” he replied. “I didn’t realize that would be a problem.”

  “It is now, Matthew.”

  Matthew. I recognized the name from the phone call Dee had to take. Finally, the man’s steely gaze zeroed in on me. His eyes widened slightly. They were a bright, startling blue. His lip curled as he looked me up and down. Not in a checking me out kind of way, either, but like he was sizing me up. “Of all people, I’d think you’d know better, Daemon.” Oh hell, here we go again. I was beginning to wonder if I was flying a freak flag. The air was rife with tension, and all because of me. It didn’t make any sense. I didn’t even know this guy.

  Daemon’s eyes narrowed. “Matthew, if you value the ability to walk, I wouldn’t go there.”

  Weirded out to the max, I stepped to the side. “I think I should go.”

  “I’m thinking Matthew should go,” Daemon said, stepping in front of me, “unless he has another purpose other than sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.”

  Even Daemon couldn’t block the revulsion in the man’s stare. “I’m sorry,” I said, voice wavering, “but I don’t know what’s going on here. We were just swimming.”

  Matthew’s gaze swung on Daemon, who squared his shoulders. “It’s not what you’re thinking. Give me some credit. Dee hid my keys, forced me take her out to get them back.”

  A hot flush swept through me. Did he really need to tell some dude I was a pity date?

  And then the man laughed. “So this is Dee’s little friend.”

  “That would be me,” I said, crossing my arms.

  “I thought you had this under control.” He gestured toward me, sounding as if I were a homicidal clown standing next to Daemon. “That you’d make your sister understand.”

  “Yeah, well, why don’t you try to make her understand,” Daemon retorted. “So far, I’m not having much luck.”

  Matthew’s lips thinned. “Both of you should know better.”

  A crack of thunder startled me as they stared down at one another. Lightning streaked overhead, momentarily blinding. Once the light receded, dark, tumultuous clouds rolled in. Energy crackled around me, flashing across my skin.