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Her gaze lifted to mine. “No. You don’t have to. I mean, I’m not doing anything, and if you have nothing to do, you can stay or whatever…”

I felt like I had just won a major battle. Slowly, I looked away, my gaze falling to the shiny red laptop sitting on the coffee table. “I see someone got something for her birthday.”

“Yeah, Mom got it for me. I’ve been without since…well, since then.”

I scratched my cheek. “Yeah, I didn’t apologize for that, did I?”

“No,” she sighed.

“That’s never happened before, the whole blowing-stuff-up part,” I admitted after a moment.

“Same here.”

Staring at the TV, I relaxed a little. “It happened with Dawson, in a way. It was how Bethany found out.” I paused, fighting a smile. “He was making out with her and lost control. Turned full Luxen while kissing her.”

“Yikes. That had to be…”

“Awkward?”

“Yeah, awkward.”

Silence fell between us, and my mind immediately went to what it had been like kissing Kat—touching her. Nothing in this world or beyond had been as…freaking amazing as that.

She tugged on the neckline of her sweater. “Dee said you guys had moved a lot. How many different places?”

Change of subject was a good idea. “We stayed in New York for a while, then we moved to South Dakota. And if you think nothing goes on here, you haven’t lived in South Dakota. Then we moved to Colorado before coming here. I was always the one who provoked the change in scenery. It’s like I was looking for something, but none of those places had it.”

“I bet New York was your favorite place.”

“Actually, it’s not. It’s here.”

Kat laughed. “West Virginia?”

“It’s not that bad. There are a lot of us here. More so than any other place. I have friends who I can be myself with—a whole community, really. That’s important.”

“I can understand that.” She rested her chin on her pillow. “Do you think Dee is happy here? She makes it sound like she can’t leave. Like, ever.”

Shifting, I lifted my legs and stretched them out. “Dee wants to pave her own way in life, and I can’t blame her for that. If you haven’t noticed yet, there are more males than females. So the females are paired off very quickly and protected above all.”

She made a face. “Paired off and mated? I understand it—you guys need to reproduce. But Dee can’t be forced to do that. It’s not fair. You should control your own lives.”

I met her stare. “But we don’t, Kitten.”

“It’s not right,” she said passionately, as if she wanted to take up arms and defend our rights.

“It’s not. Most Luxen don’t push for anything different. Dawson did. He loved Bethany.” I exhaled raggedly. “We were against it. And I thought he was stupid for falling for a human. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“It was hard for him. Our group was upset with him, but Dawson…he was the strong one.” I smiled as I shook my head. Damn, that was so true, and I never gave him enough credit for that. “He didn’t cave, and if the colony had discovered the truth, I don’t think they would’ve changed him.”

“Couldn’t he have left with her, sneaked past the DOD? Maybe that’s what happened?”

“Dawson loved it here. He was big on hiking and outdoors. He was into the whole rustic-living thing.” I glanced at her. “He’d never leave, especially without telling Dee or me. I know both of them are dead.” My smile spread a little. “You would’ve liked Dawson. Looked just like me but a much better guy. Not a douche bag, in other words.”

“I’m sure I would’ve, but you’re not bad.”

I arched a brow.

“Okay, you’re prone to moments of great dickdom, but you’re not bad.” She paused, squeezing the pillow tight. “Do you want to know what I honestly think?”

“Should I be worried?” I asked warily.

Kat laughed. “There’s a really nice guy under the jerk. I’ve seen glimpses of him. So while I probably want to beat the crap out of you most of the time, I really don’t think you’re a bad guy. You have a lot of responsibility.”

Well then…

I tilted my head back. “Well, I guess that’s not too bad.”

“Can I ask you a question and you tell me the truth?” she asked.

“Always.”





She reached around her neck and pulled the piece of obsidian out. She held it in her hand. “The DOD is a bigger concern than the Arum, isn’t it?”

A muscle tensed along my jaw. “Yes.”

She ran a finger over the wire twisted at the top of the crystal. “What would they do if they knew I was moving things like you do?”

She’d spoken my earlier suspicions out loud.

“They’d probably do the same thing they’d do to us if they knew.” I reached out, cupping the hand that held the obsidian. I laid my finger over hers, stopping her movements. “They’d lock you up…or worse. But I’m not going to let that happen.”

“But how can you live like this? Like, just waiting for them to find out there’s more to you guys?”

My fingers curled around hers. “It’s all I’ve known—it’s all any of us have known.”

She blinked rapidly and whispered, “That’s really kind of sad.”

“It’s our life.” I paused, hating the sudden look of sadness in her gaze. “But don’t worry about them. Nothing will happen to you.”

Kat leaned in, stopping when our faces were only inches apart. “You’re always protecting others, aren’t you?”

I gently squeezed her hand and then leaned back, folding my arm under my head. “This hasn’t been a very birthday-friendly conversation.”

“It’s okay. You want more milk or anything?”

“No, but I would like to know something.”

She stretched out her legs and they ended up beside mine. “What?”

“How often do you run through the house singing?”

Kat moved to kick me, but I caught her toes, stopping her. “You can leave now,” she said.

I gri

“Give me back my foot,” she ordered.

“It’s not so much the fact that they’ve got reindeer on them or that they go all the way up to your knees. But it’s the fact they’re like mittens on your feet.”

She wiggled her toes. “I like them like that. And don’t you dare knock them. I will kick you off this couch.”

I raised a brow as I turned her foot over, inspecting them. “Sock mittens, huh? Never seen anything like it. Dee would love them.”

She pulled at her foot, and I let go this time. “Whatever. I’m sure there’re cornier things than my socks. Don’t judge me. It’s the only thing I like about the holidays.”

“The only thing? I figured you’re the type of person who wants the Christmas tree to go up on Thanksgiving.”

“You celebrate Christmas?”

I shot her a bland look. “Yes. It’s the human thing to do. Dee loves Christmas. Actually, I think she just loves the idea of presents.”

She laughed. “I used to love the holidays. And yeah, I was real big on the Christmas tree when Dad was alive. We’d put it up while watching the parade on Thanksgiving.”

“But?”

“But Mom is never home on the holidays now. And I know she won’t be this year; since she’s new at the hospital, she’ll get the shaft.” Kat shrugged, but I could tell it bothered her. A lot. “I’m always alone on the holidays, like some sort of old cat woman.”

I could also tell that this conversation made her uncomfortable, made her sad. I changed the subject and picked one that would bring back some of the fire to her eyes. “So, this Bob guy…”

“His name is Blake, and don’t start, Daemon.”

“Fine.” I gri

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I shrugged and changed the subject again. “I was kind of surprised when I was in your bedroom while you were sick.”

Her brows lifted. “I’m not sure I want to know about what.”

“You had a poster of Bob Dylan on the wall. I expected the Jonas Brothers or something.”

“Are you serious? No. Not a fan of pop music. I’m a huge fan of Dave Matthews and older stuff, like Dylan.”