“Katy, is that you?” He staggered to the side and leaned against the house. Fully visible, he had a swollen-shut eye that was an ugly shade of violet. Bruises marred his jaw. A lip was split.
I gaped. “What happened to your face?”
Simon lifted a flask to his mouth. “Your boyfriend happened to my face.”
“Who?”
He took a drink, wincing. “Daemon Black.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Whatever.” Simon inched closer. “I came here to talk…to you. You’ve got to call him off.”
My eyes widened. When Daemon said he’d take care of the problem, he hadn’t been screwing around. Part of me felt bad for the dude, but it was overshadowed by the fact he and his friends had half the school calling me a skank.
“You’ve got to tell him I didn’t mean anything that night. I’m…sorry.” He lurched forward, dropping the flask. Jesus. Daemon must’ve put the fear of God in him. “You’ve got to tell him I set everyone straight.”
I stepped back as the wave of alcohol and desperation crashed into me. “Simon, I think you should sit down or something, because—”
“You’ve got to tell him.” He grabbed my arm with damp, beefy fingers. “People are starting to talk. I can’t…have that kind of shit being said about me. Tell him or else.”
The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Fury tore through me like a speeding bullet. I wouldn’t be pushed around or threatened. Not by Simon or anyone. “Or else what?”
“My dad’s a lawyer.” His hand tightened as he swayed. “He’ll—”
A couple of things happened next.
He pitched toward me, too close, and my heart sped up. A horrible cracking sound deafened my ears. Four of the five windows we stood next to trembled and then cracked. A large, jagged fracture streaked down the middle of each window, and then small ones spread out until the entire windows shuddered under the unseen force and exploded, sending shards of glass raining down on us.
Chapter 9
Simon yelped as he lurched from the falling glass. “What the hell?”
Struck by absolute horror, I stood motionless. Simon shook his arms and more glass fell away from his clothes. Little pieces slid through my hair, some falling out and others getting stuck in the tangled waves. My arm felt like someone pinched me, and I knew Dee’s dress was torn. The other window shuddered. I didn’t know how to control it. The pane continued to tremble violently. There was another loud crack.
Backing up, Simon glanced from the windows and then to me. His glassy eyes were wide. “You…”
I couldn’t catch my breath. There was a faint reddish-white glow creeping into my vision. The remaining window on the second floor vibrated.
Face pale, he stumbled over his own feet, falling to the ground. “You’re…you’re glowing. You—you freak!”
I was glowing? “No! It’s not me. I don’t know what’s happening, but it’s not me!”
He scrambled to his feet, and I took a step toward him. He threw up his hand and wobbled. “Stay away from me! Just stay away from me.”
Unable to do anything, I watched him stagger around the house. A car door opened and an engine roared to life. A distant part of my brain told me I needed to stop him, because he was obviously too drunk to drive.
But then the top window exploded.
Cringing, I shielded my face as glass rained down, pinging off the ground and me. My breath sawed in and out of my chest until the very last piece of glass landed. I stood there, mortified and frightened by what I’d done. Not only did I expose my freak-o abilities again, I’d almost turned Simon into a pincushion. Man, I was so screwed.
Minutes passed before I straightened and picked my way around the shattered glass, making my way into the heavy tree line. A fine sheen of cold sweat dotted my forehead and residual fear kept hitting me low in the stomach. What had I done? When my house came into sight, I felt the familiar tingle along my neck. Branches and leaves crunched, and I turned.
Daemon’s steps slowed as he spotted me. He pushed a low-hanging branch aside as he neared. “What are you doing out here, Kat?”
Several moments passed before I could speak. “I just blew up a bunch of windows.”
“What?” Daemon moved closer, eyes widening. “You’re bleeding. What happened?” He paused. “Where are your shoes?”
I glanced down at my feet. “I took them off.”
In the blink of an eye, Daemon was beside me, knocking off tiny pieces of glass. “Kat, what happened?”
Lifting my head, I sucked in a sharp breath. Full-blown panic squeezed my chest. “I was walking and I ran into Simon—”
“Did he do this to you?” His voice was so low it sent shivers through me.
“No. No! I ran into him, and he was upset about you.” I paused, my eyes searching his. “He said you beat him up?”
“Yeah, I did.” No apology in his voice.
“Daemon, you can’t beat up guys because they talk badly about me.”
“Actually, I can.” His hand clenched at his side. “He deserved it. I’m not going to lie. I did it because of what he was saying. It was bullshit.”
I had no idea what to say. Ha. Me. Speechless.
“He knows what he did—what he tried to do—and to spin that around on you?” Daemon eye’s flitted to the shadows seeping among the trees. “I’m not going to let some punk-ass human talk about you like that, especially him or his friends.”