“Daemon.” Her voice was muffled.
“What?” I pulled back, lowering my chin.
“I froze it.”
My brows slammed together. “Huh?”
“I froze the knife.” She shimmied free, waving the knife around. “I didn’t just stop it, but I froze it. The thing was just hovering in air.”
Then it struck me. She was right. She didn’t stop it. She froze it, and that was one of the most difficult talents for even a fully grown Luxen to master. “Holy…”
She laughed. “God, that’s pretty huge, isn’t it?”
I nodded. “It is. That’s…that’s a big deal.”
Excitement flushed her pretty face. “We can’t stop training.”
No. No way. “Kat—”
“We can’t! Look, throwing a knife at me isn’t cool. And God knows, I’m not exactly thrilled that he did it, but it worked. It really worked. We’re getting somewhere—”
“What part of ‘He could’ve killed you’ don’t you understand?” I backed away before I shook some common sense into her. “I don’t want you training with him. Not when he’s putting your life in danger.”
“He’s not putting my life in danger.” She shook her head. “We can’t stop. I’ll be able to control it and use the Source, just like you and Dee can. I can help you—”
“Help me with what?” I stared at her, then laughed harshly. “Help me to fight Arum?”
Crossing her arms over her chest, she tapped the edge of the knife on her arm as her eyes narrowed on me. “Yeah, what if I wanted to?”
I laughed again. “Kitten, you’re not helping me fight Arum.”
“Why not? If I can control the Source and help, why not? I could fight.”
“I think the reasons are pretty huge,” I yelled, losing some of my patience. “First off, you’re a human.”
“Not really.”
“Granted, you’re a mutated human, but a human who’s a hell of a lot weaker and more vulnerable than a Luxen.”
She exhaled slowly. “You don’t know how weak or vulnerable I’ll be fully trained.”
“Whatever. Secondly, you have no business going up against the Arum. That will never happen.”
“Daemon—”
“It won’t if I’m still alive. Do you understand that? You will never go after an Arum. I don’t care if you can stop the world from spinning.”
Her cheeks flushed with anger. “You don’t own me, Daemon.”
“It’s not about ownership, you little nut.”
“Nut?” She glared at me. “I wouldn’t call me names when I have a knife in my hand.”
I almost laughed again. “Thirdly, there is something off about Blake. You can’t tell me you don’t see or sense that.”
“Oh, don’t—”
“You know nothing about him—nothing deeper than that he likes to surf and blog. Big deal.”
“These aren’t good enough reasons,” she fired back
“Because I don’t want you in danger—how about that? Is that damn good enough for you?” I shouted.
Kat jumped, her eyes widening slightly.
Hands on my hips, I looked away. I counted to ten. Still pissed, I counted to twenty. Didn’t work.
“Daemon,” she said, her voice softer. “You can’t stop me just to protect me.”
My head swung back to her. “I need to protect you.”
“Daemon, I’m flattered—I am, but your job is not to protect me. I’m not Dee. I’m not another one of your responsibilities.”
“Damn right you’re not Dee! But you are my responsibility. I got you into this mess. And I will not be dragging you further into it!”
“I’m not stopping,” she said, shoulders squaring.
Shocked, all I could do was stare at her for a moment. Didn’t she get it? Freezing knives would never prepare for her going toe to toe with an Arum. “Does it even matter that I don’t want you in that kind of danger? That I won’t facilitate something as idiotic as you gearing up to go against the Arum?”
She flinched. “Wanting to help you and your kind is idiotic?”
My jaw tightened. “Yeah, it is.”
“Daemon,” she whispered. “I get that you care—”
“You don’t get it. That’s the problem!” I stopped, pulling it all back in, sucking the air right out of the room with it. “I won’t be a part of this. I mean it, Katy. You choose this, then…whatever.” I hated saying it, but it was true. I would not usher her down this path. “I won’t have this hanging over my head like I do every freaking day with Dawson. I won’t make another mistake and condone this.”
She sucked in a sharp breath. “Daemon—”
“What will it be, Katy?” I looked at her dead on. “Tell me now.”
“I don’t know what to tell you.”
I jerked back, as if she had actually hit me. That would’ve been better than this, because she had made her choice. She’d chosen to put herself in danger. She’d chosen to ask me to be okay with it. She had chosen this. Every part of me hardened.
“That was the wrong thing to say. I’m done.”
Anger simmered inside, a constant companion since the night Kat nearly took a knife to the chest. The bitter edge of the fury had faded, only because I put some space between the incident and us. Knowing that she was still training with the psychotic asshole and not being there drove me crazy.
But I couldn’t—I wouldn’t—be a part of that.
It was bad enough knowing that I had stood by and virtually watched everything with Dawson happen and had done nothing to stop it. Then again, I was traveling down that same path at the speed of a racing bullet, wasn’t I?
As mad as I was with Kat, what I felt for her hadn’t lessened. A part of me wished it had, because it would make dealing with this a hell of a lot easier if I didn’t care, but I did.
I hated seeing how worn down she looked in class. I hated how upset my sister was, because Kat wasn’t spending any time with her. Dee asked nearly every night about Kat, as if she expected me to hold all the answers. Screwed-up thing was that I did, but what could I tell her? All I could do was reassure Dee that she hadn’t done anything to upset Kat. I hated that training had become everything to her. What was she trying to prove? That she was strong? That she could stand side by side with me?
Just thinking about it pissed me off and made me want to blow shit up.
A little over a week after the last training session, my phone dinged. Setting my laptop aside, I lifted my hand. The phone slid over my dresser and flew straight to my palm. As my fingers closed around it I wondered if Kat was able to do this now. Control movement so precisely. A lot could happen in a week. I flipped the phone over, seeing the text. My eyes widened slightly. It was from Kat.
Can u come over?
I stared at the message for a good minute and then tossed the phone on the bed. Leaning back, I scrubbed my hands down my face. I lowered my arms, flipping my gaze to the ceiling. I tracked the weblike crack in the plaster. Another text came through.
This is important!!!
Ten minutes passed before a third text dinged on my phone. I was half tempted to pick it up and throw it out he window, but I glanced down and saw the message.
Its abt Dawson.
I was off the bed in a nanosecond. Rushing down the stairs, I flew outside and went next door without a second thought. There wasn’t a single part of me that thought Kat would bring up Dawson without there being a real damn good reason for it.
Kat answered the door. “Daemon…” She trailed off, her gaze dropping south of my face.
It was below thirty, but I barely felt the chill hitting my bare chest or seeping through the flannel pajama bottoms. I stepped inside. “What about Dawson?”
She shut the door, and I couldn’t tell if it was my heart racing or hers, but it was pounding in my chest. As she turned around, she was still staring at me, her cheeks slightly flushed.