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Like too many people witnessing aliens and UFOs. I gri
Exactly. He set down his glass. Except the UFOs are total bunk. Governments responsible for all Unidentified Flying Objects.
My mouth dropped open. Why was I even surprised?
Rhonda appeared with our check, and I was reluctant to leave. The whole date thing was a way too brief moment of normalcy both of us had been sorely lacking. As we headed to the front of the restaurant, I wanted to grab his hand and wrap my fingers around his, but I refrained. Daemon did a lot of crazy things in public, but hand-holding?
So didnt seem up his alley.
There were a couple of kids from school seated by the door. Their eyes got all saucer-sized when they saw us. Considering Daemon and I had this hate-hate relationship for most of the year, I could understand their surprise.
It had started to flurry while we were inside and a thin coating of snow covered the parking lot and cars. The white stuff was still coming down. Stopping by the passenger side, I tipped my head back and opened my mouth, catching a tiny flake on the tip of my tongue.
Daemons eyes narrowed on me and the intensity in his gaze caused a nervous fluttering low in my stomach. An urge to go forward, cross the distance between us, hit me hard, but I couldnt move. My feet were rooted to the ground and the air expelled from my lungs.
What? I whispered.
His lips parted. I was thinking about a movie.
Okay. I felt hot even though it snowed. And?
But youve broken the rules, Kitten. Several times. Youre owed some punishment.
My heart jumped. I am a rule breaker.
His lips tilted up on one corner. You are.
Moving lightning fast, Daemon was in front of me before I could say another word, cupping my cheeks, tilting my head back as he lowered his. Lips brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine. The initial touch was feather soft, heartbreakingly tender. Then the contact evolved with the second sweep of his lips and mine parted, welcoming him.
I really liked this form of punishment.
Daemons hands slid down to my hips, and he pulled me against him at the same time we were moving backward, stopping when my back pressed against the cool, damp metal of his car-hopefully his car. I doubted someone would want a couple doing what we were doing on their vehicle.
Because we were kissing, really kissing, and there wasnt a centimeter of space between our bodies. My arms found their way around his neck, fingers sliding through silky locks covered in light snow. We fit everywhere it was important.
Movie? he murmured, kissing me again. And then what, Kitten?
I couldnt think around how he tasted and felt. How my heart was jackhammering as his fingers slid under my turtleneck, splaying along my bare skin. And I wanted to be bare-completely and only with him, always him. He knew what the and then what was. Doing things right
and dear God, I wanted to do those right things right now.
Since I couldnt get my mouth to work between his drugging kisses, I opted to do the show-not-tell thing, sliding my hands down to his jean-clad hips. Hooking my fingers in the belt hoop, I tugged him against me.
Daemon growled, and my pulse pounded. Yeah, he got it. His hand slid up, fingertips brushing against lace and—
His cell phone went off in his pocket, shrilling as loud as a fire alarm. I thought for a tiny instant he was going to ignore it, but he pulled back, panting. One second.
He kissed me quickly, keeping one hand where it was while he dug out his phone. I burrowed my face against his chest, breathing rapidly. He left my senses spi
When Daemon spoke, his voice was rough. This better be really important-
I felt him stiffen, his heart rate picking up, and I knew instantly something bad had happened. Pulling back, I peered up at him. What?
Okay, he said into the phone, his pupils becoming luminous. Dont worry, Dee. Ill take care of it. I promise.
Fear cooled the heat inside me. As Daemon lowered the phone, sliding it back into his pocket, my stomach dropped. What? I asked again.
Every single muscle in his body locked up. Its Dawson. He made a run for it.
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Opal ( A Lux Novel)
Chapter 6
I stared at Daemon, praying Id misunderstood him, but the keen desperation and the hint of fury in his ultra-bright eyes told me I hadnt.
Im sorry, he said.
No. I completely understand. I tucked my hair back. What can I do?
I need to go, he said, grabbing his keys from his pocket and placing them in my hand. And I mean I need to go really fast. You should go home and stay there. He then handed me his cell. Keep that in the car. Ill be back as soon as possible.
Go home? Daemon, I can help you. I can go-
Please. He grasped my face again-his hands warm against my now-cool cheeks. He kissed me, part longing and part angry. Then he backed away. Go home.
And then he was gone, moving too fast for any human eye to track. I stood there for several moments. Wed had an hour, maybe two, before everything went to shit? My hands tightened around the keys. Sharp metal dug into my flesh.
A ruined date was the least of my problems.
Dammit. I spun and jogged around the SUV. Climbing in, I readjusted the seat from Godzilla setting to Normal so my feet could reach the pedals.
Go home.
Dawson wouldve gone to one of two places. Yesterday, Daemon had said Dawson tried to go to the office building, which was the last place hed been kept. That would logically be his first place to check.
Go home and stay there.
I pulled out of the parking lot, gripping the steering wheel. If I went home and waited like a good little girl, I could curl up on the couch and read a book. Write a review and make some popcorn. Then when Daemon came back, as long as nothing horrific happened, Id throw myself in his arms again.
Making a right instead of a left, I laughed out loud. The sound was throaty and low, courtesy of my screwed-up vocal chords and anxiety.
Screw going home. This wasnt the 1950s. I wasnt a fragile human being. And I sure as hell wasnt the Katy Daemon had initially met. He was going to have to deal with it.
I gu
Halfway there, I caught a flash of white light out of the corner of my eye, deep within the wooden tree line crowding the highway. Then it came again-white tinged with red.
Slamming on the brakes, I swerved to the right as the back end of the SUV fishtailed until it came to an uneven stop along the shoulder. Pulse pounding, I flipped on the hazard lights and threw open the door. I bolted across the two-lane highway, half slipping until my feet hit the other shoulder and I gained traction. Tapping into the Source and whatever existed inside me, I picked up speed, ru
Low-hanging branches snagged at my hair. Sheets of snow fell as I dipped around a thick tree, disrupting once pristine land. To my left, there was a blur of brown racing away from me. Most likely a deer or, knowing my luck, a chupacabra.
A whitish-blue light flared up ahead, like a bolt of horizontal lightning. Definitely power of Luxen origin but not Daemons-his was reddish. It had to be Dawson or
I raced around a cluster of large rocks, kicking up snow as murderous icicles fell from elms, shattering into the ground around me. Flying through the maze of trees, I hung a sharp right—