Bethany Williams személy
– You need Katy. – He opened his eyes, and for the first time since the shit went down at Mount Weather, there was understanding in his gaze. – I get that. I do.
– She needs you, too, – Beth whispered.
“Then what are you worried about?” he asked.
“You. Dee. Archer. Dawson and Beth, even though they’re safe for now. I’m even worried about Luc.” I paused, frowning. “Though Luc is probably the last person I should worry about because he’s Luc, but I’m scared for him and even Hunter and Lore and Serena. I’m worried that—”
Daemon kissed me deeply, cutting off my words, and he took that kiss to a whole new stratosphere. “You’ve got a big heart, Kitten.” His lips cruised over mine as he spoke. “That’s what I love about you most. Well, that and I am a really big fan of your sweet body, but your heart? Yeah, that completes the package of you, wraps it up with a nice little bow. It makes you perfect to me.”
“Sometimes . . .” I stared at him, blinking back wetness. “Sometimes you say the most amazing things.”
“And I do love the sight of my hands on your ass, too.”
A laugh burst out of me. “Oh my God, and then you say things like that.”
“Got to be myself.”
“We’ll be okay once Dawson comes back.”
“We’ll be . . . ?” I trailed off as my eyes widened. My jaw came unhinged and dropped as I gaped at her.
I stared at where her hand was and watched in dawning horror as she rubbed her belly in slow, steady circles.
Oh no. Oh, hell to the no to the tenth power.
I started forward and then stopped. “Beth, are you . . . are you pregnant?”
She tipped her head back against the wall and squeezed her eyes shut. “We should’ve been more careful.”
My legs suddenly felt weak. The sleeping. The exhaustion. All of it made sense. Beth was pregnant, but at first, like a total idiot, I didn’t understand how. Then common sense took over, and I wanted to scream, Where were the condoms? But that was kind of a moot point.
Bethany shrank back as her eyes met Daemon’s. It felt like being smacked by an icy wind.
Dawson leaned forward, wrapping his fingers around her arm. “Ignore him,” he whispered. “He’s fine.”
If “fine” were sporting a serial-killer glare, then she’d hate to see what “not fine” was. She dared another quick look over Dawson’s shoulder.
Daemon’s lips slipped into a one-sided smile that lacked humor or affection. Swallowing against the sudden tightening in her throat, she spoke lowly. “Okay. He’s scaring me.”
Dawson rubbed her arm. “All bark, no bite.”
“That’s your opinion,” Daemon replied.
– Your friend’s weirdness has nothing to do with you. – Deciding to be honest, she took a deep breath.
– Actually, I still wanted to go grab something to eat with you after school today. – Because I’m an idiot.
– And I was sort of disappointed when you walked off. – Because I’m really an idiot.
Glancing over her shoulder, the girl swept up her lashes, and she locked eyes with him.
Strangest thing happened then. Dawson felt the years peel away. Years of moving, of making and losing friends. Of seeing those of his kind he had grown to care for die at the hands of the Arum or the DOD. Years of trying to fit in with humans but never really becoming one of them. All of it just…slipped away.
Shouldering her bag, she dodged around a group of girls huddled across from her English class. No stretch of the imagination to think they were waiting on the incredibly hot duo in her class to come out. Good God, she’d lived in Nevada her whole life and never once saw anyone who looked like that, let alone two of them.
Who knew West Virginia was hiding such hotness?
His eyes met hers and held them. Something in his stare made her feel hyperaware of herself — of everything around her. In a sudden moment of clarity, she knew her mom would take one look at a guy like Dawson and send her off to an all girls’ school. Boys like him usually left a trail of broken hearts as long as the Mississippi behind them. And she should be running into her class — which couldn’t be too far away now — as fast as she could, because the last thing Bethany wanted was another broken heart.
But she was just standing there, not moving. Neither of them was. This…this was intense. More so than the first time she kissed a boy. The kicker was they weren’t even touching. She didn’t even know him.
Needing space, she stepped to the side and swallowed. Yep, space was a good idea. But his concentrated stare still reached her from behind thick lashes.
Without breaking eye contact, he motioned toward a door over his shoulder. “That’s room 208.”
Okay. Say something or nod, you idiot. Definitely not making a good impression here. What eventually came out of her mouth was sort of horrifying. “Are your eyes real?”
Aw, hell, awkward much?