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There was such a gap of silence I thought he’d hung up on me, but when he spoke, his voice was strained. “I didn’t mean for you to do this, Kat. Never something like this.”
Death sounded painful, angry, and desperate. Not peaceful. I thought that was unfair. After all that had happened, couldn’t death have welcomed me with warm arms and visions of my dad waiting for me?
Daemon growled in fury as he rose, standing over me like an avenging angel, swathed in light.
Daemon’s light flickered but continued climbing up my arm, wrapping me in his intense heat. Like the day of the first Arum attack, in the wake of his warmth, my body began knitting itself back together. Daemon was using the last of his strength to save me.
I wasn’t going to die like this. Neither were Daemon and Dee, not in some Podunk field in bumfuck West Virginia.
What am I doing? If they find out what I’ve done…but I can’t lose her. I can’t.
Please. Please. I can’t lose you. Please open your eyes. Please don’t leave me. I’m here. I opened my eyes. I’m here.
A tumble of black waves shifted over his forehead and a smile spread across his face, reaching his eyes, deepening them to a brilliant green. His fingers splayed across my cheeks and his head slanted, and I couldn’t help but think of what I’d overheard as his mouth brushed against mine. There was an infinitely tender quality to his soft kiss. It reached deep inside me, sending my heart into overdrive. It was innocent, intimate. Soul-burning as he tipped my head back and explored my lips as if it was the first time we’d kissed. And maybe it was—a real kiss.
“Do you want more pizza?” Dee offered, staring at the last slice with such longing that I was beginning to think that she and Adam needed to re-evaluate their relationship.
It was strange. I couldn’t concentrate. I felt off, like I was missing a part of 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.
“I do believe you protest too much with the whole liking me part.” A wry grin twisted his lips. “Someone sounds like they are trying to convince themselves.”
My palms itched to have a close encounter of the bitch-slap kind with his face.
“I’ll get back to that last statement in a second, but you want to be with me because you now feel…forced?” “I wouldn’t say forced exactly, but…but I like you.”
“We were attracted to each other before I healed you. You can’t say that’s not true, because I’ve always…been attracted to you.”
