I hated Daemon Black—if that was even his real name—with a vengeance that equaled the solar power of a thousand suns. You’re b arely glowing now. He left after that, grabbing his shirt off the floor and sauntering out of my house.
The son of a bitch blew up my laptop.
That was what had been smoking. His alien mojo apparently has a major affect on lights and most electronics. Now I had to rely on school computers to update my blog. Ugh. And I’d spent a good hour after I peeled myself off the couch replacing light bulbs in the house.
Luckily, the T.V. hadn’t been fried.
But my brain had. What had I been thinking? Doing? It had to have been all the arguing between us. That was the only explanation for why there was such a massive explosion from such a heavy make-out session.
And he wasn’t as unaffected as he pretended. No one could fake that.
My glow had faded to a small trace, much to everyone’s amazement. Imagine trying to explain how that happened. And I’m sure he couldn’t wait to share the info.
I hated him.
Not just for the fact he’d proven me a liar, or that I now had to wait until my birthday for a new laptop, or the fact Dee was highly suspicious of how my glow faded, but because of what he made me feel, for making me admit it out loud, too.
And if he poked me in the back with a pen one more freaking time, I was going to throw him in front of an Arum.
My cell phone buzzed in my backpack as I walked to my car, hunkered down against the unforgiving wind sweeping down from the Rocks. Without looking, I knew it was another text from Simon. For the last week he’d been texting his apologies over and over again. He didn’t dare talk to me in class or public, not with Daemon’s threat looming over his head. I wasn’t forgiving him anytime soon. Drunk or not, it wasn’t an excuse for being an overbearing ass who didn’t understand the word “no”.
“Katy!”
I jumped at the sound of Dee’s voice.
Shouldering my bag, I turned and waited.
As always, Dee looked amazingly beautiful.
Today she’d worn skinny dark denim jeans and a lightweight turtleneck. With her glossy black hair and bright eyes, she was stunning. Her smile was wide and friendly, but it quickly faded as she neared me.
“Hey, I didn’t think you were going to stop,” she said.
“Sorry. I was lost in my thoughts.” I started walking again, spying my car. “What’s up?” Dee cleared her throat. “Are you avoiding me, Katy?
I’d been avoiding all of them, which was hard. They lived next door. They were in my classes. They sat with me at lunch. And I missed Dee. “No.”
“Really, because you haven’t been very talkative since Saturday,” she pointed out.
“Monday you didn’t even sit with us at lunch, claiming you had to study for a test. Yesterday, I don’t think you said two words to me.” Guilt twisted my insides. “I’ve been…out of it.”
“It’s too much, isn’t it? What we are?” Her voice was small, childlike. “I was afraid this would happen. We’re huge freaks—”
“You’re not freaks,” I said, meaning it.
“You guys are…more human than you give yourselves credit for.”
Dee seemed relieved to hear that. She darted in front of me. “The boys, they’re still looking for Baruck.”
I sidestepped her and opened my car door.
The obsidian blade bounced around in the compartment on the side of the door. Carrying it in my backpack had made me feel like I was going to shank a student or something. So in my car it went. “That’s good.” She nodded. “The boys are going to continue searching and keep an eye on things, and both you and Simon barely have any traces on you now.” Dee paused. “I’d still like to know how that happened so quickly.” My stomach twisted. “Uh, yeah, there was a lot of…physical activity.”
Her brows inched up her forehead. “Katy…”
“Anyway,” I said quickly. “That’s all good—the trace fading from Simon, especially since he has no clue about any of this, so I’m glad, creeper-ness aside.”
“You’re rambling,” she said, grinning.
“Yeah, kind of.”
“So what are you doing tomorrow?” she asked, hopeful. “It’s Saturday and Halloween. I thought maybe we could rent a bunch of scary movies.”
I shook my head. “I promised Lesa I’d give out candy with her. She lives in a subdivision, so…” Hurt flickered across Dee’s face. What was I doing? Dissing a friend because of her jackass brother? That wasn’t me. “I can come over afterward, and we can watch movies if you want?”
“If you want?” she whispered.
Leaning over, I hugged her slim shoulders.
“Of course I want. Just make sure you get tons of popcorn and candy. Those are a requirement.” Dee returned the hug. “That I can do.” I pulled back, smiling. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow night then?”
“Wait.” She grabbed my arm, her fingers cold. “What happened between you and Daemon?”
I willed my face blank. “Nothing happened, Dee.”
Her eyes narrowed. “I know better, Katy.
You would’ve had to do major running around to burn off most of the trace in one afternoon.”
“Dee—”
“And Daemon has been acting grumpier than normal. Something happened between you two.” She brushed her hair out of her face, but the curls sprung right back. “I know you said you guys didn’t do anything that one time, but…”
“Seriously, nothing happened. I promise.” I climbed into my car, forcing a smile. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.”
She didn’t believe me. I didn’t believe myself, but what could I say? Admitting what went down between Daemon and me wasn’t something I wanted to share with his sister.
…
Every Halloween I missed being a kid, getting to dress up and eat tons of candy. The only thing I got to do now was…eat tons of candy. Not half bad.
Lesa laughed as I dug out another box of Nerds. “What?” I elbowed her. “I love these things.”
“And mini Hershey bars, Kit Kats, bubble gum, Starbursts—”
“Look who’s talking!” I gestured to the pile of wrappers on the steps beside her feet. “You’re a freaking candy monster.”
We stopped while a small child shuffled up the steps, dressed like a member of Kiss. Odd costume choice.
“Trick or Treat!” the little boy cried.
Lesa fawned all over him and gave him several pieces of candy. “You are so not here for the kids,” she said, watching the little boy run back to his parents.
I popped a piece of caramel in my mouth.
“What gave you that idea?”
“Did you think that little boy was cute?” She moved the bowl away from me.
I shrugged. “Guess so. I mean, he kind of smelled like…I don’t know. Kid.” Lesa busted out laughing. “Do you like kids?”
“Kids scare me.” A mummy and vampire approached us. Lesa cooed over them until they scampered away. “Especially the little ones,” I continued, scowling when I saw there weren’t any Nerds left. “They jabber and stuff, and I have no idea what they are saying, but your little brother is super cute.”
“My little brother craps himself.” I laughed. “Well, maybe it’s because he’s, like, only one?”
“Whatever, it’s still gross.” She handed some candy over to a cowboy with an arrow through his head. Sweet. “So what’s your deal been?”
“My deal?” Like a ninja, my hand shot out and snatched a roll of Smarties. “I don’t have a deal.”