be best friends or that I trust you. I don’t. You did dump spaghetti on my head.” I winced at that, but she went on. “And yeah, maybe I was being a bitch, but you don’t understand. They are all I have. I’ll do anything to keep them safe.”
“I would never do anything to put them in danger.”
She moved closer, and I fought every instinct to back up. I held my ground. “But you already have. How many times has Daemon intervened on your behalf, run the risk of exposing what we are and what we can do? You being here is putting each of us at risk.” Anger tore through me like a fire. “I’m not doing anything. And last night—”
“Last night you saved Daemon’s life. Great. Good for you.” She tucked her uber-straight hair behind her ear. “Of course, Daemon’s life wouldn’t have needed saving if you hadn’t led the Arum straight to him. And what you think you have with Daemon, you don’t.” Oh, for the love of babies everywhere. “I don’t think I have anything with Daemon.”
“You like Daemon, don’t you?”
Smirking, I grabbed a water bottle off the counter. “Not really.”
Ash cocked her head to the side. “He likes you.”
My heart didn’t do a stupid little leap in my chest. “He doesn’t like me. You even said so yourself.”
“I was wrong.” She folded her slender arms as she studied me intently. “He’s curious about you. You’re different. New. Shiny. Boys — even our kind — like shiny new toys.”
I took a long drink of the water. “Well, this is one toy he has no intention of playing with.” When he was awake that is. “And really, the Arum…”
“The Arum will end up killing him.” Her tone didn’t change one bit. It remained flat, emotionless. “Because of you, little human. He will get himself killed protecting you.”
Chapter 26
“Honey, are you sure you’re feeling okay?” Mom hovered over the couch, frowning. She’d been at it all day since I’d woken up. “Do you need anything? Some chicken soup. Hugs? Kisses?”
I laughed. “Mom, I’m fine.”
“You sure?” she asked, pulling the afghan over my shoulders. “Did something happen at the dance?”
“No. Nothing happened.” Nothing if I didn’t count the billion text messages Simon had sent me, apologizing for how he’d acted, and the attack of the killer aliens afterward. Nope. Nothing at all. “I’m okay.” I was tired after spending most of Saturday in a house full of arguing aliens. Two of them didn’t trust me. One of them thought I was going to be the death of Daemon. Adam didn’t seem to hate me, but he wasn’t overly friendly. I’d snuck out before the pizza they ordered arrived. Ash had been right. They were a family. All of them, and I didn’t fit.
When Mom left for work, I snuggled down and tried watching a movie on Syfy, but it turned out to be about an alien invasion. Their aliens weren’t beings of light, but giant insects that ate humans.
I turned the channel.
It was pouring outside — so hard I could barely hear anything over it. I knew Daemon would be nearby, especially until they figured out how to get me to exert enough energy to fade the trace. All of their suggestions involved the outdoors and extreme physical exertion, which wasn’t happening today.
The sound of rain was lulling. After awhile, my eyes were too heavy to keep open. As I was about to doze off, a knock on the door jarred me.
I threw the afghan off and padded over to the door. Doubting the Arum would knock, I opened the door. Daemon stood there, barely wet even though rain fell in sheets behind him. There were a few darker dots of gray across the shoulders of his long-sleeved shirt. I bet he used super-alien speed. Who needed an umbrella? And why in the hell was he in jogging pants?
“What’s up?”
“Are you going to invite me in?” he asked.
Pressing my lips together, I stepped aside and let him in. He moved past me, scanning the rooms. “What are you looking for?”
“Your mom’s not home, right?”
I shut the door. “Her car’s not outside.”
His eyes narrowed. “We need to work on fading your trace.”
“It’s pouring outside.” I moved past him, grabbing the remote to turn the TV off. Daemon beat me to it. The thing switched off before I pressed the button. “Show-off,” I muttered.
“Been called worse.” He frowned and then laughed. “What are you wearing?”
I glanced down, cheeks flaming. One thing I wasn’t wearing was a bra. Christ, how could I forget? “Shut up.”
He laughed again. “What are they? Keebler elves?”
“No! They’re Santa’s elves. I love these pajama bottoms. My dad got them for me.”
His smug grin faded a little. “You wear them because they remind you of him?”
I nodded.
He didn’t say anything. Instead, he shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “My people believe that when we pass on, our essence is what lights the stars in the universe. Seems stupid to believe in something like that, but when I look at the sky at night I like to think that at least two of the stars out there are my parents. And one is Dawson.”
“That’s not stupid at all.” I paused, surprised by how touching that belief actually was. Wasn’t it the same as ours, believing our loved ones were in heaven watching over us? “Maybe one of them is my dad.” His eyes met mine then flitted away. “Well, anyway, the elves are sexy.”
And a serious, deep moment effectively smashed into nothing. “Did you guys come up with another way to fade the trace?”
“Not really.”
“You’re planning on making me work out, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, that’s one of the ways of doing it.”
I sat on the couch, quickly growing irritated. “Well, there isn’t much we can do today.”
“You have a problem going out in the rain?”
“When it’s almost the end of October and cold, yes I do.” I plucked up the afghan and placed it in my lap. “I’m not going out there and running today.”
Daemon sighed. “We can’t wait around, Kat. Baruck is still out there and the longer we wait, the more dangerous it is.”
I knew he had a point, but still, running around in the cold ass rain? “What about Simon? Did you ever tell the others about him?”
“Andrew is keeping an eye on him. Since he had a game yesterday, it faded most of his trace. It’s very faint now. Which proves that this idea is going to work.”
I snuck a peek at him. Instead of seeing the stoic expression, I saw the one from yesterday morning. The look in his eyes before he realized he was in bed with me. My body warmed. Stupid, stupid hormones.
He reached behind him and pulled out the obsidian blade. “This is another reason why I stopped over.”
The obsidian was shiny, glossy black as he laid it on the coffee table. It wasn’t glowing a mottled red like it had been when near the Arum.
“I want you to keep this with you, just in case. Put it in your backpack, purse, or whatever you carry.”
I stared at it a moment. “Seriously?”
Daemon avoided my eyes. “Yeah, even if we manage to get the trace to fade, keep this on you until we finish off Baruck.”
“But don’t you need it more than I do? Dee?”
“Don’t worry about us.”
Harder said than done. I stared at the obsidian, wondering how in the world I was supposed to stash this thing in my bag. “Do you think Baruck is still here?”
“He’s still around, yes,” he stated. “The beta quartz throws our presence off, but he knows we’re here. He
