Dee gagged. I think Im going to hurl.
Mortified, I wanted to crawl in a hole. What did he think I was going to do? Take the cookie from his mouth like something straight out of an R-rated version of Lady and the Tramp ? Heck, I kind of wanted to, and I wasnt sure what that said about me.
Daemon reached up and took the cookie. There was a gleam to his eyes, as if hed just won some battle. Times up, Kitten.
I stared at him.
Breaking the cookie in two, he handed me the larger piece. I snatched it away, half tempted to throw it back in his face, but it wasit was chocolate chip. So I ate it and loved it.
Taking another sip of my smoothie, I felt unease skitter along my spine like I was being watched. Glancing around the cafeteria, I expected to find Daemons alien ex-girlfriend giving me her trademark bitch look, but Ash Thompson was chatting with another boy. Huh. Was he a Luxen? There werent many their age, but I doubted Ash in all her supremeness would be smiling at a human boy. My gaze moved away from their table, scanning the rest of the cafeteria.
Mr. Garrison stood by the double doors to the library, but he was staring at a table full of jocks who were making some intricate designs with their mashed potatoes. No one else even remotely looked in our direction.
I shook my head, feeling foolish for being weirded out over nothing. It wasnt like an Arum was going to bum-rush the high school cafeteria. Maybe I was coming down with something. My hands shook a little as I reached for the chain around my neck. The obsidian was cool against my skin, comfortinga herald of safety. So I needed to stop freaking out. Maybe that was why I was lightheaded and dizzy.
It surely had nothing to do with the boy sitting beside me.
There were several packages waiting for me at the post office and I only barely squealed. They were advanced reader copies from other bloggers passing them along for review. And I was, like, whatever. Sure evidence I was coming down with mad cow disease.
The trip home was torturous. My hands felt weak. My thoughts were scattered. Gathering my mail close to my chest, I ignored the way the skin on the back of my neck tingled as I climbed the porch steps. And I also ignored six feet and then some of boy leaning against the railing.
You didnt come straight home after school. Annoyance colored his tone. Like he was my own screwed-up, super-hot version of the Secret Service and Id managed to evade him.
I dug out my keys with my free hand. Obviously I had to go to the post office. I pushed open the door and dropped the pile on the table inside the foyer. Of course, he was right behind me, not waiting for an invite.
Your mail couldve waited. Daemon followed me into the kitchen. What is it? Just books?
Grabbing the OJ from the fridge, I sighed. People who didnt heart books didnt understand. Yeah, it was just books.
I know there probably arent any Arum around right now, but you can never be too careful, and you have a trace on you that will lead them right to our doorsteps. Right now, thats more important than your books.
Nah, books were more important than the Arum. I poured myself a glass, too tired to get into it with Daemon. We hadnt mastered the art of polite conversation yet. Drink?
He sighed. Sure. Milk?
I gestured at the fridge. Help yourself.
You offered. Youre not going to get it for me?
I offered orange juice, I replied, taking my glass to the table. You picked milk. And keep it down. My moms asleep.
Muttering under his breath, he grabbed a glass of milk. As he sat beside me, I realized he was wearing black sweats, which reminded me of the last time hed been in my house dressed like that. Wed gotten into it. Our argument had turned into
a steamy make-out session straight from one of those cheesy romance novels I read. The encounter still kept me up late at night. Not that Id ever admit it.
It was so hot, Daemons alien mojo had blown most of the lightbulbs in the house and had fried my laptop. I really missed my laptop and my blog. Mom promised me a new computer for my birthday. Two more weeks
I fiddled with my glass, not looking up. Can I ask you a question?
Depends, he replied smoothly.
Do youfeel anything around me?
Other than what I felt this morning when I saw how good you looked in those jeans?
Daemon. I sighed, trying to disregard the girl in me that screamed, HE NOTICED ME! Im being serious.
His long fingers idly traced circles on the wooden table. The back of my neck gets all warm and tingly. Is that what youre talking about?
I peeked up. A half smile played across his lips. Yeah, you feel it, too?
Whenever were near.
It doesnt bother you?
Does it bother you?
I wasnt sure what to say. The tingling wasnt painful or anything, just weird. But what it symbolized did bother methe damn connection we knew nothing about. Even our hearts were beating the same.
It could be aside effect of the healing. Daemon watched me over the rim of his glass. I bet hed look hot with a milk mustache. Are you feeling well? he asked.