“It’s just that . . .” Daemon knelt down in front of me, his brows knitting together. He reached out and draped his hands over my knees. “It’s just that since the moment I realized what healing you meant, or what I thought it meant, I never thought I’d face a day without you. That I’d never have to worry about going on if you weren’t there. And I’m not trying to make this into some kind of Romeo and Juliet bullshit, but now I know there’s a chance of that and it . . . it fucking terrifies me, Kat. It really does.”
“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.”
“I know asking you to stay in the car is too much, but please stay close to me.” Daemon slowed down as he crossed the parking lot, heading toward the fancy black car. “Luc might trust the douche, but I don’t.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “It’s not like I’m going to run up and hug him.”
His expression turned bland. “I’d sure hope not. I might get jealous.”
“You’d get jealous if she hugged a tree,” Archer tossed out.
“Maybe.” Daemon coasted to a stop in a parking space behind the car. “I’m needy like that.”
“You look exhausted,” commented Archer, and it took a moment for me to realize he was talking to me.
Luc turned those unnerving eyes on me. “Actually, you look like crap.”
Archer ignored him. “I think you should try to sleep. Just for a little while. If anything happens, we will get you.”
“No.” I shook my head just in case my verbal cue wasn’t enough. “I’m fine.” The truth was I was far from being fine. I was probably one step away from going to that dark corner in the room and rocking back and forth, but I couldn’t break down, and I couldn’t sleep. Not when Daemon was out there somewhere, and not when the whole world was on the verge of . . . hell, turning into a dystopia, like one of those novels I used to read.
Sigh. Books. I missed them.
– Te bizonyára Daemon Black vagy. (Luc)
Ha Daemont meg is lepte, hogy Luc tudja a nevét, nem mutatta.
– Úgy van.
A gyerek leeresztette nevetségesen hosszú pilláit.
– Már hallottam rólad. Blake nagy rajongód.
Blake felemelte a középső ujját.
– Ti most szexeltek vagy táncoltok?
Lángba borult az arcom. Na, jó, mégis érdekel a dolog. Daemon morgott valamit, mire Blake hátralépett, és felemelte a kezeit.
– Bocs! – kiáltotta. – Jesszusom! Luc hajlandó fogadni bennünket, ha befejeztétek egymás elfogyasztását.
– Katet megtámadta egy instabil hibrid.
– Az instabil emberek már csak ilyenek, hibridek vagy sem.
Visszanyeltem az ingerült választ.
– Igen, erre rájöttünk, de ő a barátom volt. Soha nem adta jelét, hogy tudna a luxenekről. Eleinte teljesen rendben volt, aztán megbetegedett, végül felbukkant nálam, és megtébolyodott.
– Te sem árultad el senkinek, hogy tudod: E.T. végül nem telefonált haza.
Luc sighed and repeated, “Hunter.”
“The douche who was at your club?” Luc and Kat had come and found me in our room, and I didn’t like where this was going.
“Hmm.” Luc tapped a finger on his cheek as he glanced at where Kat sat on the bed. “There were two douches there. He was one of them. So you were—”
“Funny,” I said.