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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.
“Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?” “In your dreams, Kitten.” He smirked. “Oh wait, I’m already starring in those, aren’t I?” I rolled my eyes. “Nightmares, Daemon. Nightmares.”
Daemon was a douchebag to the highest order.
Goodie goodie gumdrops.
“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.
He lowered his head until the edges of his dark curls brushed my cheek. I was caught between wanting to crawl into my locker and crawl into him.
“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.”
I was still stunned over the fact he hadn’t made fun of me, rendered speechless by it, shocked to the core. He just earned a few bonus points. “The sooner we get the trace off you, the less time we have to spend together.” And there went the points.
“We could always have sex. I hear that uses up a lot of energy.” My mouth dropped open. Part of me wanted to laugh in his face. There was a part of me offended that he would suggest something so ridiculous, but there was another part that liked the idea. Which was so, so wrong it wasn’t even funny.
“I don’t know. I mean we haven’t talked about it. He literally left afterward, and all he’s done since then is poke me with his pen.” “Probably because he wants to poke you with something else,” she said drily.
“Kat?” Drawing in a deep breath, I faced him. “What?” A smile parted his lips. “You do realize I love a challenge?” I laughed under my breath and turned back to the front door, giving him a one-fingered salute. “So do I, Daemon. So do I.”
I brushed the curtain aside, scowling. Hadn’t even spoken to the girl and I felt like a stalker staring out the window, waiting…waiting for what? To catch a glimpse of her? Or to better prepare myself for the inevitable meeting? If Dee saw me now, she’d be on the floor laughing.
It couldn’t be any other way, because that girl was trouble. Trouble wrapped up in a tiny package, complete with a freaking bow. And worse yet, she was just the kind of trouble I liked.