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“Yeah, it’s kind of a hobby. What’s yours? Kicking puppies?” “I’m not sure I should say in front of my sister,” he replied, his expression turning wolfish.
To Daemon, my arrival was the beginning of the end. The apocalypse. Kat-mageddon.
“Ghosts and aliens?” “Ghost stories are cool, but I don’t know about aliens. ET really doesn’t do it for me and a lot of readers.”
One single eyebrow arched. “What does it for you?” “Not slimy green space creatures,” I replied. “Anyway, I also appreciate graphic novels, history stuff—”
“Yeah, people call me Kitten all the time. But you make it sound so…” His brows shot up. “Sound so what?” “I don’t know, like it’s an insult.” He’d slowed, and now I was walking beside him. “Or something sexually deviant.”
“I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.” His eyes searched mine intently, and for a moment we stood there toe to toe. “The ones who throw their beauty around, waste what they have? Their beauty is only passing. It’s just a shell hiding nothing but shadows and emptiness.”
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“I would reach out and save him, of course. I couldn’t let him fall to his death.” “But he didn’t prove himself.” “That doesn’t matter,” I argued. “He was right behind her and how beautiful could you truly be if you let a man fall to his death just because he slipped? How could you even be capable of love or worthy of it, for that matter, if you let that happen?”
I was always
able to lose myself in reading. Books were a necessary escape I always gladly jumped into headfirst.
Hands clenching the edges of the plastic tray, I leaned over the table and turned my plate upside down over Daemon’s and Ash’s heads. Chunks of noodles and spaghetti sauce fell. Most of the red gunk hit Ash, and the noodles covered Daemon’s broad shoulder. One long, stringy noodle slid over Daemon’s ear and hung there, flopping around.
He arched a brow. “And what do aliens look like?” “Not…not like you,” I sputtered. “They aren’t gorgeous—”
“You think I’m gorgeous?” He smiled.
Images of rioting and looting flickered in my head, which was how we reacted to everything we didn’t understand.
“Are you asking if I’m attracted to human girls?” he asked. Dark, wet waves of hair fell forward. Tiny
droplets of water fell off the ends, splashing against my cheek. “Or are you asking if I’m attracted to you?”
“He isn’t a problem anymore,” he said after a few seconds. “You…you killed him?” “Yeah, I kind of did.” “You kind of did? I didn’t know there was any ‘kind of’ in killing someone.” “Okay, yes, I did kill him.”
standstill. There was a small candle covered in glass on a white table. It sent a soft flickering glow over Daemon’s high cheekbones and full lips. Ash was nowhere in sight, and honestly I didn’t care where she was. Daemon’s stare was so concentrated I took an unintentional step back, but we didn’t break eye contact. A craving unfurled deep in my stomach, shooting through me like heated lightning, and that—that was the kind of feeling you couldn’t force, couldn’t even replicate if you wanted.
Someone was bending over a sprawled Simon, reaching down and picking him up by the scruff of his neck. “Do you have a problem understanding simple English?”
“In the same place as my foot,” Daemon replied, hands balling into fists. The leader looked confused. “You know, as in up your ass.”
“I’m not doing jumping jacks for an hour.” “Then you could run around the house, up and down the stairs.” He paused, his smug grin turning wicked as his eyes met mine. “We could always have sex. I hear that uses up a lot of energy.”
“I’m not even attracted to you.” Lie. Ding! Ding! Lie. “Not even a little bit. You’re—” Daemon was in front of me in a flash, not an inch from my face. “I’m what?” “Ignorant,” I said, taking a step back. “And?” He matched my step. “Arrogant. Controlling.” I took another step back, but he was still in my personal space and then some. “And you’re…you’re a jerk.” “Oh, I’m sure you can do better than that, Kitten.”
And if he poked me in the back with a pen one more freaking time, I was going to throw him in front of an Arum.
Daemon growled in fury as he rose, standing over me like an avenging angel, swathed in light.
Please. Please. I can’t lose you. Please open your eyes. Please don’t leave me.
“Well hello, honey, I’ve been out boozing and whoring. I know, my priorities are pretty off.” My lips thinned at his sarcastic response. “Dick,” I muttered.
The memory of the sweet kiss we’d shared in the field returned. Frustrated, I snatched my hair back and focused. “You don’t know what I want. You have no clue. I want a guy who wants to be with me because he actually wants to be. Not that he’s forced to be out of some kind of twisted sense of responsibility.”
