Archer’s brow rose at her curse word.
“But Ethan has, right?” Kat stared down at her sneakers, expression tense. “And the colony back home and the one in Pennsylvania will know how to fight the Arum—they will sense them coming, and they will—”
“They will run,” Lore finished for her.
She closed her eyes, shoulders sinking in realization. “They will hide.”
In other words, our brilliant plan of using the Arum wasn’t so brilliant anymore. It had a big old hole in it a mile wide.
Hunter looked around the group. “If you asked me for my opinion—which you didn’t, but I’m going to give it to you anyway—I’d say don’t wait on Lotho to get up there. Take out this guy before they see you coming. Because if this Ethan is as smooth and smart as you all are saying, he’s going to run when the shit hits the fan. Then what? Lotho and crew might take out most of the Luxen, but if he’s still alive, that’s a huge problem.”
Archer nodded in agreement. “It would be like slapping a Band-Aid on a gunshot wound and hoping for the best.”
He was right—both of them were. I looked over at Kat, and our gazes collided. “Going after Ethan isn’t a part of the deal,” I said to her, and I really didn’t care what the rest of the group thought. I cared about what she thought. “We were to secure the Arum and then we can go back—hell, we could go anywhere. You know what Eaton promised us. We don’t have to do this.”
Her lips parted. “I know.”
“But . . .”
Kat drew in a deep breath and squared her shoulders. “We don’t have to do this. But if Ethan hits the road before anyone gets there or if he escapes, then what? We’re done. So you know what? Let’s finish this.”
21
{ Katy }
Freshly showered and rested enough that the aches from my battle royale with Dee had faded, I joined everyone in the living room. Before I’d left to scrape the blood and gross off me and take a nap, we’d put the living room and den back together.
Minus the missing door, busted-out windows, smashed furniture, and shattered potted plants—oh, and of course the hole in the wall.
I really felt bad about all of this. Lore was nice. His house had been nice. Actually, he was really nice, considering he didn’t yell at us or try to eat us after discovering what happened to his house.
I was beginning to like the Arum.
Well, at least these two Arum. The rest of them, especially Lotho, still freaked me out.
Dee had already apologized a million times, from the second we were done talking about Ethan up to the moment I’d left to shower and take a power nap. So I wasn’t surprised when she immediately turned those big green eyes on me when I entered the living room.
“Katy,” she began, starting to rise, and I knew what was going to happen next. She was going to start crying, and then she would start apologizing.
I walked over to where she sat on the only piece of furniture not destroyed—an ottoman—and hugged her. “It’s all right,” I whispered into her ear. “Everything is okay between us.”
And I meant it.
Life was really too short and twisted to hold grudges, especially over something she truly had no control over.
She squeezed my arm and whispered back, “Thank you. Now I won’t hit you for not telling me you married my brother.” Dee’s smile spread, transforming her beauty into something that was truly out of this world, and God, how I’d missed that warm smile.
“We were just talking about our plan.” Daemon sauntered up to me and nuzzled my cheek a second before lifting his head. “We’re going to head back, which puts us less than a day, if that, ahead of when Lotho said he’d have his Arum army.”
I glanced around the room, expecting more of a plan. “Okay?”
“But that’s not all.” Archer crossed his arms.
“It’s simple,” Daemon responded, his hand sliding off my shoulder and tangling in my damp hair. “We go home . . . and they will come to us.”
I arched a brow. “That’s a little too simple.”
“He’s being lazy in his descriptions,” Hunter replied.
“Or totally distracted,” commented Lore.
I flushed again, because when his fingers found their way out of my hair and then tiptoed down my spine, I seriously believed that he was.
“We’re going to have to pretend that we’re one of them.” Dee twisted toward where we stood. “I know that probably sucks to hear, but we can do this. We can make them believe.”
Oh, I really didn’t like the sound of this, and I was trying not to pay attention to the hand on my back.
Dee wet her lips. “They don’t know that I’ve gone AWOL or that the others . . . well, that they’re not around anymore.”
“How?”
“Dee was told not to check in until she took care of the problem with Daemon—either taking him out or bringing him into the fold,” Archer explained, and the way Dee had busted up into the house, I didn’t think she’d been interested in bringing him into anything except the afterlife. “They will be expecting to hear from her soon, but there’s a damn good chance they don’t know what’s happened yet.”
“A good chance?” I repeated dumbly.
Daemon’s hand was south of the band on the back of my jeans. “The best chance we got, baby.”
“So we’re just going to go home, pretend that you all are evil, and then hope for the best?”