Страница 14 из 79
Okay, well, Ill talk to you later, Daemon.
He nodded, eyes trained on me. Whats up, Kitten? Come to apologize?
My eyes narrowed, and for a brief moment, I entertained the idea of body slamming him in the middle of the cafeteria. Uh, no, Im not here to apologize. You owe me an apology.
How do you see that? He took a drink, appearing naively curious.
Well, for starters, Im not an ass. You are.
He chuckled as he glanced to the side. Thats a good start.
And I got Dawson to heel. I smiled victoriously when his eyes narrowed. And-Wait. This isnt even important. God, you always do this.
Do what? His intense gaze swung back to me without a trace of anger. More like amusement and something really inappropriate, given that we were standing in the lunchroom. Dear God
Distract me with the inane. And in case you dont know what that means, its silly-you always distract me with something silly.
He finished off his pizza. I know what inane means.
Shocker, I retorted.
A slow, cat-got-the-canary grin pulled at his lips. I must be really distracting you, because you still havent told me what you need to talk to me about.
Dammit. He was right. Ugh. Taking a deep breath, I focused. I saw-
Daemon cupped my elbow, spun me around, and started down the aisle. Lets go somewhere more private.
I tried to yank my elbow from his grasp. I really hated it when he went all He-Man on me and ordered me around. Stop dragging me, Daemon. I can walk on my own, Doofus.
Uh huh. He led me down the hall, stopping by the gym doors. He placed his hands on either side of my head, caging me in as he leaned down. His forehead brushed mine. Can I tell you something?
I nodded.
I find it incredibly attractive when youre all feisty with me. His lips brushed against my temple. That probably makes me disturbed. But I like it.
Yeah, it kind of was wrong, but there was something
hot about how quickly he defended me whenever something happened.
His nearness was tempting, especially when his breath was tantalizingly warm and so near my lips. Summoning my willpower, I placed my hands on his chest and pushed lightly. Focus, I said, not sure who I was talking to, me or him. I have something more important to tell you than what disturbing things get you hot.
His lips quirked into a grin. Okay, back to what you saw. Im focused. My heads in the game and all that.
I laughed under my breath but sobered up pretty quickly. In no way was Daemon going to respond well to this. Im pretty sure I saw Blake today.
Daemon cocked his head to the side. Say what?
I think I saw Blake here, just a few minutes ago.
How sure are you? Did you see him-his face? He was all business now, eyes as sharp as a hawks and his face set in grim lines.
Yeah, I saw- I hadnt seen his face. Biting down on my lip, I glanced down the hall. Students piled out of the cafeteria, pushing into one another, laughing. I swallowed. I didnt see his face.
He let out a long breath. Okay. What did you see?
A hat-a trucker hat. God, that sounded lame. That had a surfboard on it. And I saw his hand
And that sounded even worse.
His brows arched up. So, let me get this right. You saw a hat and a hand?
Yeah. I sighed, shoulders slumping.
Daemon smoothed out his expression and placed a heavy arm around my shoulder. Are you really sure it was him? Because if not, thats okay. Youve been under a lot of stress.
I wrinkled my nose. I remember you saying something like that to me before. You know, when you were trying to hide what you were from me. Yeah, I remember that.
Now, Kitten, you know this is different. He squeezed my shoulders. Are you sure, Kat? I dont want to get everyone freaking out if youre not sure.
What Id experienced was more of a feeling than a true sighting of Blake. God knew that a ton of boys around here broke the dress code with atrocities such as trucker hats. The thing was, I hadnt seen his face and looking back, I couldnt be 100 percent sure it had been Blake.
I looked into Daemons bright gaze and felt my cheeks burn. There wasnt judgment in his eyes. More like sympathy. He thought I was cracking under the pressure of everything. Maybe I was imagining stuff.
Im not sure, I said finally, casting my eyes down.
And those words soured in my stomach.
Later that night, Daemon and I did babysitting duty. Although Dawson had promised not to do his own search-and-rescue mission, I knew Daemon wasnt comfortable leaving him alone and Dee wanted to get out tonight, go to the movies or something.
I wasnt invited.
Instead, I was sitting in between Daemon and Dawson, four hours into a George Romero zombiethon, with a bowl of popcorn in my lap and a notebook resting against my chest. Wed been making plans to look for Beth, getting as far as listing the two places that we knew to check before deciding to do surveillance this weekend to see what kind of security they had going on now. By the start of Land of the Dead , the zombies got uglier and smarter.
And I was having fun.
I had no idea you were a zombie fan. Daemon grabbed a handful of popcorn. What is it-the blood and guts or the in-your-face social undertones?
I laughed. Mostly the blood and guts.
Thats so un-girlie of you, Daemon commented, brows knitting as a zombie started to use its meat cleaver to break through a wall. I dont know about this. How many hours do we have left?
Dawson raised his arm and two DVDs shot into his hand. Uh, we have Diary of the Dead and Survival of the Dead .
Great, Daemon muttered.
I rolled my eyes. Wussy.
Whatever. He elbowed me, knocking a kernel of popcorn between my chest and notebook. I sighed. Want me to get that for you? he asked.
Shooting him a look, I dug it out and then tossed it in his face. Youre going to be grateful when the zombie apocalypse occurs and I know what to do because of my zombie fetish.
He looked doubtful. There are better fetishes out there, Kitten. I could show you a few.
Uh, no, thank you. But I did flush. And there were a lot of images that suddenly polluted my brain.
Arent you supposed to go to the nearest Costco or something? Dawson asked, letting the DVDs float back to the coffee table.
Daemon turned to his twin slowly, face incredulous. And how would you know that?
He shrugged. Its in the Zombie Survival Guide .
It is. I nodded eagerly. Costco has everything-thick walls, food, and supplies. They even sell guns and ammunition. You could hole up there for years while the zombies are getting their nom nom on.
Daemons mouth dropped open.
What? I gri
Very true about the Costco thing. Dawson picked up a single kernel and popped it in his mouth. But we could just blast the zombies. Wed be fine.
Ah, good point. I rooted around in the bowl for a half-popped kernel-my favorite.
Im surrounded by freaks, Daemon said, looking dumbfounded as he shook his head, but I knew he was secretly thrilled.
For one thing, his body was completely relaxed next to mine and this was one of the first times that Dawson was acting
normal. Yeah, talking about zombies probably wasnt the biggest step known to mankind, but it was something.
On the flat screen, a zombie took a chunk out of some dudes arm. What the hell? Daemon complained. The guy just stood there. Hello. Therere zombies everywhere. Try looking behind you, douche canoe.
I giggled.
This is why zombie movies are unbelievable to me, he went on. Okay. Say the world ends in a shit storm of zombies. The last thing anyone with two working brain cells would do is just stand along a building waiting for a zombie to creep up on him.