Текст книги "Opal"
Автор книги: Jennifer L. Armentrout
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I yanked on my other boot. No, really? Crap. I was hoping you skipped to the end and would tell me what happens. I actually love spoilers.
Spinning around, I left and went downstairs. Of course, he was a step behind me, one giant shadow. We made it outside when he stopped me.
After everything that went down with Blake, you said you wouldnt doubt me, he said. That you would trust my decisions, but youre doing it again. Not listening to me or common sense. And when this blows up in your face again , what am I supposed to do then?
I gasped, backing up. Thats
That was a low blow.
He placed his hands on his hips. Its the truth.
Tears stung my eyes, and it took a couple of seconds to get the next words out. I know all of this is coming from a good place, but I dont need a friendly reminder of how badly I screwed up. I totally know. And Im trying to fix that.
Kat, Im not trying to be a dick.
I know, it just comes easily to you. Headlights peeked through the fog, coming up the road. My voice was hoarse when I spoke next. Ive got to go. Moms home.
I hurried down the steps and across the gravel and hard, frozen ground. Before I reached my own porch, Daemon appeared. Stopping short, I sputtered, I hate when you do that.
Think about what I said, Kat. His gaze flickered over my shoulder. Moms car was almost here. You have nothing to prove.
I dont?
Daemon said no, but it didnt seem like it when he said he expected everything to blow up in my face again.
Tossing and turning, my brain wouldnt shut down. I replayed everything that had gone down from the point Id stopped the branch in front of Blake to the moment I found Simons bloodied watch in his truck. How many times had there been signs that he was more than what he said he was? Too many. And how many times had Daemon stepped in and tried to talk me out of training with Blake? Too many.
I flipped onto my back, squeezing my eyes shut.
And what had he meant about Blake? Did he really think I wanted to help him and for what purpose? The last thing I wanted to do was breathe the same air as Blake. There was no way Daemon could be jealous. No. No. No. Id have to spin kick him in the face if that was the case. And then cry, because if he doubted me
I couldnt even think about that.
Only one good thing had come from the mess-Dawson. But everything else was
Well, it was the reason I couldnt sit back and twiddle my thumbs.
I turned onto my side, punched my pillow, and forced my eyes to stay closed.
At the crack of dawn, I drifted off for what felt like seconds to only face the sun creeping through my bedroom window a minute later. Pulling myself out of bed, I showered and changed.
A dull ache had taken up residency behind my eyes. By the time I got to school and grabbed my books out of my locker, it hadnt faded like Id hoped. I shuffled into trig and checked my phone for the first time since last night.
No messages.
I dropped the phone back into my bag and rested my chin in my hands. Lesa was the first one in.
Her nose wrinkled when she spotted me. Ew. You look terrible.
Thanks, I muttered.
Youre welcome. Carissa has the bird flu or something. Hope you dont have it.
I almost laughed. Since Daemon had healed me, I hadnt even sneezed once. And according to Will, once mutated, you couldnt get sick, which was why he had tried to force Daemon to mutate him.
Maybe, I said.
Probably that club you went to. She shivered.
Warmth danced along my neck, and I averted my eyes like a wuss as Daemon took his seat behind me. I knew he was staring at me. He didnt say anything for about sixty-two seconds. I counted them.
He poked me in the back with his trusty pen.
I twisted around, keeping my face blank. Hey.
A single brow arched. You look well-rested.
He, on the other hand, looked like he normally did. Freaking perfect. Got tons of sleep last night. You?
Daemon popped the pen behind his ear and leaned forward. I slept for about an hour. I think.
I lowered my gaze. I wasnt happy that last night sucked for him, too, but at least it meant he was thinking about it. I started to ask, but he shook his head. What? I said.
I havent changed my mind, Kitten. I was hoping you had.
No, I said, and the bell rang. One last meaningful look, and I turned around. Lesa shot me a weird expression, and I shrugged. Wasnt like I could explain why we were only exchanging a few syllables today. That would be an entertaining conversation.
When the bell rang, I debated on making a run for the door but reconsidered when two denim-clad legs filled my peripheral vision. I couldnt stop the tumbling my stomach did, even when I was angry with him.
I was such a loser.
Daemon didnt say anything as we left or when we parted ways, and after each class he appeared out of freaking nowhere. The same happened before bio, and he walked with me up the stairs, eyes scanning over the heads of the students.
What are you doing? I asked, finally tired of the silence.
He shrugged his broad shoulders. Just thought Id do the gentlemanly thing and walk you to your classes.
Uh-huh.
There was no response, so I peeked at him. His eyes were narrowed and his lips pinched like hed just eaten something sour. I went up on my tiptoes and bit back a curse. Blake was leaning against the wall next to the door, head tilted toward us, a cocky smile on his face.
I dislike him so very much, Daemon muttered.
Blake pushed off the wall and swaggered over to us. You guys look chipper for a Friday.
Daemon tapped a textbook on his thigh. Do you have a reason to be standing here?
This is my class. He jerked his chin toward the open door. With Katy.
Heat blew off Daemon as he took a step forward, staring down his nose at Blake. You just love to push it, dont you?
Blake swallowed nervously. I dont know what youre talking about.
Daemon laughed, and it sent shivers down my spine. Sometimes I forgot how dangerous he could be. Please. I may be a lot of things-a lot of really bad things, Biff, but stupid and blind arent two of them.
All right, I said, keeping my voice low. People were staring. Time to play nice.
I have to agree. Blake glanced around. But this isnt a playground.
Daemon arched a brow. You dont wanna play, Barf, because we can do that nifty freeze thing and play, right here and now.
Oh, for the love of backwoods babies everywhere, this wasnt necessary. I wrapped my fingers around Daemons tense arm. Come on, I whispered.
A second stretched out and static jumped from his arm to mine. Slowly, he looked at me and then he bent down, planting his lips on mine. The kiss was unexpected-deep and forceful. Stunned, I just stood there as he pulled back, nipping at my bottom lip.
Tasty, Kitten. Then he spun, planted his right hand on Blakes shoulder, knocking him back into a locker. See you around, he said, smirking.
Jesus, Blake muttered, straightening. He has anger management problems.
The faces gaping at us blurred.
Clearing his throat, Blake slid past me. You should really head in.
I nodded, but when the warning bell rang, I was still standing there, my fingers placed against my lips.
Armentrout, Jennifer L.
Opal ( A Lux Novel)
Chapter 18
By lunch, Daemons mood was somewhere between brooding and evil. He had half the student body frightened to death of crossing his path or breathing in the same air as him. I couldnt fathom what had his undies in a bunch. It couldnt be our argument carrying over this badly.
When he got up to grab his third helping of milk, Lesa sat back and let out a low whistle. What is his deal?
I dont know, I said, pushing a lump of meat around my plate. It must be his time of the month.
Chad barked out a laugh. Yeah, not going there.
Lesa grinned at her boyfriend. If you know whats wise for you, you wont.
Whats wise? Daemon asked as he sat down.
Nothing, the three of us said at the same time.
He frowned.
The rest of the afternoon went by way too fast and every so often the bottom of my stomach would drop. One more day-Saturday-and we were going to try the impossible. Break into Mount Weather and rescue Beth and Chris. What were we going to do with them if we succeeded? Not if – when we did, I quickly corrected myself.
On the way out, my cell vibrated. A quick check left a bitter taste in my mouth. I wished Blake would lose my phone number.
We need to talk.
Gritting my teeth, I texted back: Y
The response was immediate: Abt Sunday .
Who put that scary look on your face? Daemon asked, out of the blue.
Squealing, I jumped. Good God, where did you come from?
He grinned, which wouldve been a good thing considering his mood all day, but it only made me wary. Im quiet like a cat.
I sighed, showing him my phone. Blake. He wants to talk about Sunday.
Daemon growled. Why is he texting you?
Probably because he knows you want to do him bodily harm.
And you dont?
I shook my head. Hes obviously less afraid of me.
Maybe we need to change that? He dropped an arm over my shoulders, tucking me against his side as we headed out into the bitter February wind. Tell him well talk tomorrow.
My body warmed against his. Where?
My house, he replied with that evil smile. If he has balls, hell be there.
I made a yuck face but texted it back to Blake. Why not tonight?
Daemons lips pursed. We need some quality time alone.
Quality time like yesterdays quality time? Because I could so get behind that, but we really needed to talk a few things through. Before I could broach that topic, Blake responded and tomorrow evening was a go.
Did you drive by yourself today? I asked.
He shook his head, eyes fixed on a stand of trees. Came in with Dee. Was hoping we could do something normal. Like an afternoon matinee.
Half of me did a happy dance. The other more responsible part put on the schoolteachers glasses and broke out the ruler. Annoying adult Katy won. That sounds great, but dont you think we need to talk about last night?
About my giving nature?
My cheeks flamed. Um, no
After that.
There was a flicker of a smile. Yeah, I kind of knew that. Make you a deal. Well do the movies, and then well talk, okay?
It was a good deal, so I agreed. And honestly, I loved getting to do normal things with Daemon-like going out. It was a rarity. He let me pick the movie, and I went with a rom-com. Surprisingly, he didnt complain. Mightve had something to do with the huge bucket of popcorn we were stuffing our faces with in between the buttery kisses.
It was all so divinely normal.
Divinely normal ended the moment we got to his house and he stepped out of his car, eyes narrowing. All the lights were on. Dee wasnt about conserving energy, it appeared.
Kat, I think you should go home.
Huh? I closed the car door, frowning. I thought we were going to talk? And eat ice cream-you promised ice cream.
He chuckled under his breath. I know, but I have company.
I planted myself in front of the porch steps. What kind of company?
The Luxen kind, he said, placing his hands on my shoulders. His eerily bright green eyes met mine. Elders.
Must be nice to have a wacky internal sensing system like that.
And I cant come in?
I dont think thats a good idea. He glanced as I heard a door open. And I dont think thats an option.
I looked over my shoulder. A man stood at the door-a distinguished-looking man. Three-piece suit and all, with midnight black hair that was silver at the temples. I didnt know what I was expecting from an Elder Luxen. Maybe a guy with a white gown and bald head-they did live in a colony at the foot of Seneca.
This was totally unexpected.
Even more so was the fact that Daemon didnt drop his hands and put appropriate alien-human distance between us. Instead, he whispered in his own language and slid a hand down my back as he stepped beside me.
Ethan, Daemon said. I wasnt expecting you.
The mans startling violet eyes slid toward me. I can see. Is this the girl that your brother and sister kindly informed me about?
Tension tightened Daemons frame. Depends on what they kindly informed you of.
Air stalled in my lungs. I didnt know what to do with myself, so I stood there, trying to look as unaware as possible. The fact that I knew the guy in a suit wasnt human was a big deal. Other Luxen couldnt know I was in on the secret or that I was a hybrid.
Ethan smiled. That youve been seeing her. I was surprised. Were practically family.
Somehow I thought it might have had more to do with the fact that they wanted him to make little alien Daemon babies with Ash than him not sending out a mass text notifying everyone that he was no longer on the market.
You know me, Ethan; I dont like to kiss and tell the world. His thumb trailed a lazy, soothing circle along the small of my back. Kat, this is Ethan Smith. Hes like a
Godfather, I said, and then I flushed, because that was the stupidest thing I could say.
But Ethans expression said he liked the sound of it. Yes, like a godfather. Those odd eyes settled on me, and I forced my chin up a notch. Youre not from around here, are you, Kat?
No, sir, Im from Florida.
Oh. Dark brows rose. Is West Virginia to your agreement?
I glanced at Daemon. Yeah, its nice.
Thats lovely. Ethan came down a step. Its a pleasure to meet you. He extended a hand.
Out of habit, I reached for it, but Daemon interceded, wrapping his fingers around mine. He brought my hand to his lips and kissed my palm. Ethan noted the action with a flicker of curiosity and something I couldnt place.
Kat, Ill come over in a little while. He let go of my hand, placing his body in between us. I have some catching up to do, okay?
I nodded and forced a smile for Ethan. It was nice to meet you.
Likewise, the man said. Im sure well meet again.
For some reason, the words settled over me with a frost-like bite. I gave Daemon a little wave and then hurried back to my car and grabbed my bag. Theyd already headed inside, and Id give my left thumb to know what they were talking about. As long as Id known Daemon and Dee, Id never seen another Luxen from the colony come to their home.
Kind of wigged out by Ethans appearance, I dropped my backpack inside the hall and grabbed a glass of orange juice. Mom was asleep, so I tiptoed down the hall and shut my bedroom door. I sat on the bed, placed the glass on the table. Concentrating on my laptop, I raised my hand.
It came off the desk and moved straight to my hand. I tried not to use the alien abilities too often-maybe once or twice a day to keep the
uh, whatever well oiled. There was always this weird rush when I used it, like being on a roller coaster as it crests a hill, ready to fly down at eighty miles an hour-the moment when the stomach jumps and the skin tingles with awareness. It was a different feeling-not bad, kind of fun, and maybe even a little addictive.
And when Id tapped into whatever it was the night Adam died, Id never felt more powerful in my life. So, yeah, I could see how that power would go straight to the head. If the mutation had stuck with Will, God knew what crazy things he was doing.
I couldnt afford to think about him now, so I powered up my laptop and trolled the Internet for a half an hour, reading reviews until I shut off my computer and sent it back to my desk. Grabbing a book, I curled up, hoping to get some chapters in before Daemon swung over, but I ended up drifting off to sleep three pages in.
When I woke up, it was dark in my bedroom and upon further investigation, I discovered it was already past nine and Mom had left for work. Surprised that Daemon hadnt stopped over, I slipped on my boots and headed next door.
Dawson answered, a can of soda in one hand and a Pop-Tart in the other. Nice sugar rush you got going on there, I said, grinning.
He glanced down. Yeah, I guess Im not sleeping anytime soon.
I remembered what hed said about not sleeping at all, and I hoped that had changed. Before I could ask, though, he said, Daemons not here.
Oh. I tried to hide my disappointment. Is he still with the Elder guy?
God, no, Ethan was only here for about an hour. He wasnt happy. But Daemon went out with Andrew.
Andrew? Unexpected.
He nodded. Yeah, Andrew and Dee and Ash wanted to grab something to eat. I didnt want to go.
Ash? I whispered. Okay, really unexpected. And what was totally expected was the wave of irrational jealousy that swept through me, determined to carry me into crazy-girl land.
Yeah, he said, and then he winced. You want to come in?
I didnt realize Id followed him inside until I was sitting on the couch, my knees pressed together. Daemon really went out to dinner with Ash and the others? When did they leave?
Dawson took a bite of his Pop-Tart. Uh, not that long ago.
Its almost ten at night. The Luxen had huge appetites, but come on; they didnt do dinner at night. I knew better than that.
He sat in the armchair and glanced down at his pastry. Ethan left around five. And then Andrew, he came over around
Dawson glanced at the wall clock, expression pinched. He and Ash came over around six.
My stomach tumbled over itself. And the four of them left after that to go get something to eat?
Dawson nodded, as if speaking was too painfully awkward.
Four hours for dinner. I suddenly couldnt sit any longer. I wanted to know what restaurant they went to. I wanted to find him. I started to stand, but I tried to swallow down that god-awful burning lump in the back of my throat.
Its not what you think, Dawson said quietly.
My head jerked toward him, and I was horrified to find tears in my eyes. The irony of it all bitch-slapped me in the face. Was this how Daemon had felt when he knew I went to dinner and then lunch with Blake? But we werent together then. Wasnt like Id owed him a ton of obligations at that moment.
It isnt? I croaked.
Dawson finished off his Pop-Tart. No. I think he just needed to get out for a little while.
Without me?
He brushed a few sugary crumbs off his jeans Maybe without you or maybe not. Hes not the same brother I knew. I wouldve never thought hed be with a human. No offense.
None taken, I whispered. Without me. Without me. Those words were on repeat. I wasnt one of those needy girls who had to be around her boyfriend all the time, but damn if it didnt sting.
And that sting was turned into a hot, angry knife when I pictured Dee and Andrew sitting on one side of a booth and Daemon and Ash on the other, because thats how they had to have sat when they went out to eat. It would be like old times-when Daemon and Ash were together.
Blake and I mayve kissed once, but we didnt have a long-standing relationship. God, theyd probably had—
I checked myself right there.
Dawson stood, made his way around the coffee table, and sat beside me. Ethan pissed him off. He wanted to know that Daemons relationship with you wouldnt interfere with his loyalties to his kind. Dawson leaned forward, rubbing his palms over his bent knees. And, well, you can imagine Daemons response.
I wasnt so sure that I could. What did he say?
Dawson laughed, eyes squinting like Daemons did. Lets just say Daemon explained that who he was with didnt affect his loyalties, but he used different words.
I grinned a little. Bad words?
Very bad words, he said, glancing at me. They didnt expect this from him. No one did. Me? Yeah, well, they never expected much from me. Mainly because I didnt care what they thought-not that Daemon does, but
I know. Hes always been the one to take care of everything, right? Not the one to cause problems like this.
He nodded. They dont know what you are, but I doubt Ethans going to let this drop.
Theyll outcast him? When he nodded, I shook my head. If a Luxen was outcasted, he wasnt allowed in or near Luxen communities, which meant he couldnt be near the protective cluster of beta quartz. Hed be virtually on his own against the Arum. What is Ethan? I get hes an Elder, but so what?
Dawsons brows pinched. Elders are like the mayors and presidents of our communities. Ethan is our president.
My brows rose. Sounds important.
All those who live in the colony will listen to him. Those who dont risk the same social fallout. He leaned back, closing his eyes. Even those who mingle with humans, like the ones who work outside the colony and whatever, are afraid of ticking off the Elders. None of us can just leave without the DODs permission, but damn, if they wanted us out, theyd find a way to do so.
Did they do that to you because of Beth?
His face tensed. They wouldve, but there hadnt been enough time. Not enough time for anything.
Pain sliced my chest and I placed my hand on his arm. Were going to get Beth back.
A small smile appeared. I know. This Sunday
Everything comes down to this Sunday.
My stomach did a topsy-turvy thing, and my pulse picked up. What was it like in there?
His eyes opened into thin slits. Several moments passed before he answered. At first, it wasnt too bad. They let Beth and me see each other. They told us they were keeping us for our safety. You know, the whole if people find out what I did to Beth, it would get bad and we needed to be protected bit. Daedalus was on our side. It really seemed that way for a while. I
I almost believed wed walk out of it together.
It was the first time I heard him say Daedalus . The word sounded strange on his lips.
Believing in that led to nothing but misery and eventually madness when the hope faded. His lips tipped up at the corners. Daedalus wanted me to recreate what I had with Beth. They wanted me to create more like her. To help better mankind and all that BS, and when it didnt work, things
things changed.
I shifted. How did they change?
The line of his jaw tightened. At first, they wouldnt let me see Beth-my punishment for failing when it seemed all too easy to them. They didnt get I didnt know how I healed and changed her. Theyd bring these dying humans to me and I tried, Katy, I really tried. They just died no matter what I did.
Nausea welled up inside me, and I wished I knew what to say, but it seemed like this was one of those moments when saying nothing meant everything.
Then they started bringing in healthy humans and doing things to them-hurting them-and I healed them. Some
some of them got better. At least they did for a little while, and it was like whatever wounds were inflicted on them came back with a vengeance. Others
others destabilized.
Destabilized?
Dawsons hands opened and closed on his thighs. Theyd develop some of our abilities, but something
something went wrong. This one girl-she wasnt much older than us and she was nice, very nice. They gave her some kind of pill and she was dying. I healed her. I really wanted to heal her, because she was so scared. Emerald eyes met mine. And we thought it worked. She got sick like Beth was when they first brought us in. And then she could move just as fast as us. About a day after the sickness faded, she ran into a wall.
I frowned. How is that so bad?
His gaze slipped away. We can move faster than bullets, Katy. She crashed into the wall. It was like hitting it at supersonic speed.
Oh my God
And it was like she couldnt stop herself. Sometimes I wonder if she did it on purpose. There were many, many more after her. Humans who died with my hands on them. Humans who died after I healed them. Humans who lived with no mutations but were never seen again. He looked down. Theres so much blood on my hands.
No. I shook my head vigorously. None of that was your fault.
It wasnt? Anger deepened his voice. I have this ability to heal, but I couldnt get it right.
But you had to want to heal them-like on a cellular level. You were being forced to do it.
It doesnt change that so many people died. He sat forward again, antsy. There was a period of time that I believed I deserved what they were doing to me, but never
never to Beth. She didnt deserve that.
You didnt either, Dawson.
He stared at me a moment, then looked away. They withheld Beth, then food, then water, and when that still didnt work, they got creative. He let out a long breath. I guess they did the same to Beth, but I really didnt know. All I saw was what they did in front of me.
My stomach sank to the couch cushion. I had a really bad feeling about this.
Theyd hurt her just so I could heal her, and they could study the process. Dawsons jaw worked. Each time I felt the worst kind of fear. What if it didnt work? What if I failed Beth? Id
He moved his neck, as if working out a kink.
Hed never be the same. Tears climbed up my throat again. I wanted to cry for him, for Beth, but most of all, for the people they once were but never would be again.
Armentrout, Jennifer L.
Opal ( A Lux Novel)
Chapter 19
After that, Dawson shut down. He talked about anything-weather, football, the Smurfs-but nothing about Daedalus or what they did to him and Beth. Part of me was grateful. I wasnt sure how much more I could handle knowing, as selfish as that sounded.
But the bad part was that once we stopped talking about serious stuff, my brain ran right back to where Daemon was and what he was doing. When it neared midnight and he still hadnt come home, I couldnt sit there any longer.
I couldnt sit anywhere.
Saying good night, I made the quick and chilly trek across the lawn. The first thing I did was check my cell. There was a text waiting and my heart stuttered.
Srry abt tnght. Tlk tmrw.
It had come in about an hour ago. Meaning he was still with Ash-er, Andrew, Dee, and Ash.
I glanced at the clock, like that would somehow change the time. My heart was pounding in my chest, as though Id run from next door. Looking down at my cell, I fought the urge to throw it against the wall. I knew I was being ridiculous. Daemon was friends with them, including Ash. He could hang out with them without me. And with the fallout between Dee and me, he hadnt been spending a lot of time with her.
Ridiculous or not, my feelings were hurt. And I hated that-hated that something as stupid as this would upset me.
Taking my phone upstairs, I washed my face, brushed my teeth, and changed into my jammies, still debating on texting him back. I wanted the willpower not to, kind of like my in your face , but damn if that wasnt stupid considering everything that was going on.
On the flip side, I was butt sore about this. So I placed the cell on my stand and I climbed under the covers, pulling them to my chin. I stayed that way, beating myself up for not texting him back, for going out with Blake the first time, for kissing him, and for lying awake beating myself up. Finally, my brain had enough and it closed shop for the night.
Sometime later, I wasnt sure if I was dreaming or not. I was in that hazy stage where reality mixed with the subconscious. Part of it was a dream, I knew that much, because I could see Daemon in this building. Id catch sight of his dark hair and then he drifted away. He was in one room and before I could get to him, he went to another. It was an endless maze and he kept moving around, never responding to me as I yelled his name.
Frustration swelled inside me and my chest ached. Chasing him, never reaching him in time, losing him
It wouldnt end.
And then the bed shifted and the building faded, evaporated into wisps of smoke and darkness. A heavy weight settled beside me. A hand brushed the hair back from my face, and I think I smiled, because he was here and that soothed me. I slipped back into deep sleep, where I wasnt chasing Daemon in my dreams.
When morning came, I rolled over, expecting to find Daemon. Mom worked until late morning on Saturdays and Daemon had taken to staying as long as he could, but my bed was empty.
Smoothing my hand along the extra pillow, I inhaled, expecting the outdoorsy clean scent that was uniquely his, but all I smelled was a faint trace of citrus. Had I dreamt Daemons presence?
Geez, I was so lame if so.
Frowning, I sat up and grabbed my cell. There was a missed text that had come in around two in the morning from Daemon.
Bacon & eggs 4 breakfast. Cme over when u wake.
Two in the morning? I stared at the phone. Had he been out with them till then?
My heart was racing again and I flopped onto my back, groaning. Apparently I was lame and Daemon had a really late night but not with me.
Dragging myself out of bed, I showered and threw on a pair of jeans and a sweater. Numbness had settled over me as I dried my hair halfway and twisted it up into a messy bun. I headed next door and found that the door was locked.
I placed my hand on the handle and waited until I heard the locks turning over. As I opened the door, unease blossomed. It was way too easy to get in and out of peoples houses, including mine.
Shaking my head, I eased the door shut and took a deep breath. The house was tomb silent. Everyone was still asleep. I went upstairs, careful of the two steps at the top that creaked. Dawsons and Dees bedroom doors were shut, but I could hear the soft hum of music coming from Daemons.
I cracked open Daemons bedroom door and slipped through. My gaze went straight to the bed and I couldnt have stopped the flutter in my chest if I wanted to.
Daemon was sprawled on his back, one arm stretched across the space beside him and the other rested across his bare stomach. Sheets were twisted around his narrow hips. His face was almost angelic in sleep, chiseled lines softened and lips relaxed. Thick lashes fanned the top of his cheeks.
He looked so much younger at rest but, in a weird way, he was even more out of my league. His kind of masculine beauty was otherworldly and intimidating. Something that existed in between the pages of the books I read.
Sometimes I had a hard time convincing myself he was real.