And its what the Luxen do, Adam said, staring at his sister. Some just forget that.
With a disgusted sigh, she spun around and headed for the door. Ill wait outside.
Watching her go, I wondered if shed find a reason to blame me for everything, even those gaudy purple tights of hers. But in a way, this situation was my fault. It had been my bizarro output of energy that had drawn the DOD here. My chest ached.
Mr. Garrison finally broke the boys apart. Andrew flickered into his human form, eyes narrowed on a still-iridescent Daemon. Dude, that was just wrong. Knock me around all you want, but Im not going to be okay with her.
Andrew, Mr. Garrison warned.
What? He backed off, though. Do you really think she can hold her own against the DOD if they question her? Because of how close she is to Dee and you , they will ask her questions. And you, Daemon, are you planning to do a repeat of your brother? Wanna die for her, too?
Daemons light flared brighter, and I knew he was going to charge Andrew again. This was ridiculous. Without thinking, I shot across the room and wrapped my fingers around his glowing wrist.
foot on the chair. His fingertips brushed against my skin as he rolled my pants above my knee. Electricity danced along my leg, and I jerked. Wow, you really are a disaster.
Ugh, its bleeding all over the place. I swallowed at the sight. Youre not going to heal me, are you?
Uh, no, because who knows what would happen then? You might turn into an alien.
Ha. Ha.
Daemon quickly grabbed a clean towel and dampened it. He came back, not quite meeting my eyes. I reached for the cloth, but he knelt and started to gently blot at the blood. He was careful not to touch my skin this time.
What am I going to do with you, Kitten?
See? I didnt even want to move the chair and it flew at me like a heat-seeking missile.
Daemon shook his head as he continued to dap at the blood. When we were younger, things like this would happen all the time, before we could control the Source.
The Source?
He nodded. The energy in uswe call it the Source, because it links us back to our home planet, you know? Like the source of it all. At least, thats what our elders say. Anyway, when we were kids and learning how to control our abilities, it was crazy. Dawson had this habit of moving furniture, like you. Hed go to sit down and the chair would fly out from under him. He laughed. But he was young.
Great. So Im operating at the level of a toddler?
Daemons lustrous eyes met mine. Basically. The dark graphic shirt strained against his chest when he laid the bloodied towel aside and leaned back. Look, its stopped bleeding already. Not that bad.
I glanced down and saw the fresh gash on my knee. Other than looking gross, it was salvageable. Thank you for cleaning it up.
No problem. I dont think youll need stitches. He lightly brushed his fingertips around the cut.
I jerked at the contact. Little tingles shimmed up my leg. Daemons hand stilled as he lifted his head. His eyes went from a cool green to liquid fire within seconds.
What are you thinking about? he asked.
Sliding into his arms, kissing him and touching himthings I shouldnt think about. I blinked. Nothing.
Daemon rose slowly, holding my gaze. My whole body tensed as he neared and placed his hands on either side of me. Then he bent over the chair between us, resting his forehead against mine. He inhaled deeply and it came out in an unsteady rush. When he spoke, his voice was rough. Do you know what Ive been thinking about all day?
With him, it was anyones guess. No.
His lips brushed the skin of my cheek. Finding out if you look as good in striped socks as you do in reindeer ones.
I do.
His head slanted and his smile was lazy, arrogant. Predatory. I knew it.
I shouldnt let this happen. There was a whole slew of complications: his attitude, the connection between us, and my new kindergarten-age abilities. Funny, the fact Daemon was an alien was the complication I considered the least important.
And then there was Blake. That is, if Blake ever spoke to me again, which was debatable. But due to Daemons interruption at dinner, I didnt get to talk to Blake. Irony was a bitch.
Knowing all of that, I still didnt pull away. And neither did he. Oh no, he was moving closer. His pupils started to glow and his breath seemed to have stalled in his chest.
Do you have any idea what you do to me? he asked gruffly.
Im not doing anything.
Daemon shifted his head just enough that our lips brushed onceand then twice before he increased the pressure. This kissit was nothing like the other times, which seemed to be angry and challenging. As if wed kissed to punish each other. But this was gentle and soft, feather light. Infinitely tender. Like the kiss wed shared in the clearing the night hed healed me. Light swept through me as we kissed, but soon the kisses, they werent enough. Not when a slow fire was burning under my skinand under his.
Cupping my cheeks, he exhaled a soft groan, and his lips scorched mine as he deepened the kiss until we both were breathless from its intensity. Daemon moved as close as he could with the chair between us. Gripping his arms, I held onto him, wanting him closer. The chair prevented all but our lips and hands from touching. Frustrating.