While I resisted the urge to shoot my sister a look, Rolland stared at me for a moment, and then smiled like he not only got what Dee meant but was also very interested in a whole lot of detail.
“Interesting,” murmured Sadi as she flipped a wealth of coppery hair over a slim shoulder. “How tight is this bond or connection between you?”
I shifted my weight, glancing at the silent Luxen male who was still leaning against the wall. “She dies; I die. Tight enough for you?”
Rolland’s eyes widened. “Well, that is not good . . . for you.”
“Yep,” I drawled out.
A slow curl of Sadi’s lips made her look hungry. “And does she feel what you feel? And vice versa?”
“Only if it’s a near-fatal wound,” I answered, voice flat as the floors.
Sadi glanced at Rolland, and I knew they were communicating. Their words were lost in the hum of the others, but the eagerness that suddenly crept over Sadi’s face had my fists tightening.
I didn’t trust her.
I didn’t trust Quiet Dude, either.
“You don’t have to trust her,” Rolland said, smiling widely. “We just have to trust you.”
Dee stiffened. “We can be trusted.”
“I know.” His head cocked to the other side. “And there was something else there, right? It got away?”
Back to being the ever-helpful minion, Dee nodded as she sat down in an armchair, all but draping herself over it. “An Origin, a product of a Luxen male and a hybrid female. I hope we don’t have to kill him. I think he’s kind of cute.”
“Interesting.” Rolland glanced at Sadi, and again, I knew they were getting all kinds of secret squirrel chatty with each other.
Coming to his feet, he buttoned the front of his beige suit jacket. “There’s a lot we don’t know. These hybrids are new to us,” he said, which almost made me laugh. For a race of beings who’d never been to Earth, they seemed to have a lot of knowledge about the layout. There was something more that I hadn’t figured out. Something, or a bunch of somethings, had been working from the inside. Seemed important. “We’re counting on you and your family, others like you, to aid us in these situations.”
I nodded curtly, as did Dee.
“Now. I have things to do.” He came around the side of the oak desk, and the Luxen male finally moved away from the wall. “People to meet and to put at ease.”
Surprise caught me. “Put people at ease?”
As Rolland strolled past me with Sadi and the Man of Few Words snapping at his heels, he smiled broadly once more. “See you in a little while, Daemon.”
The doors closed behind them, reinforcing the fact that I wasn’t privy to every thought and whim. There was a lot hidden.
Sighing, I turned to where my sister sat, and for a second, realization poked free. I barely recognized her.
Dee glanced up, her eyes meeting mine.
“Thought you were supposed to be watching her?” I said.
She shrugged. “She’s not going anywhere anytime soon. Dawson knocked her into next week, I think.”
The back of my neck tensed. “So no one is with her?”
“I really don’t know.” She frowned at her nails. “And I really don’t care.”
I stared at her a moment, unthinkable words forming on my lips, but I pushed them down. “I’m surprised you didn’t bring up Beth.”
She arched a brow. “Beth is weak—weaker than Katy. She’d probably run away the second she saw us, fall, and kill herself, taking out Dawson in the process. I think we need to keep her a secret for Dawson’s sake.”
“You’ll lie to Rolland?”
“Haven’t we already been lying to him? Obviously Dawson’s keeping that little secret buried deep, just like you have, and so have I. They don’t know about Beth and didn’t know about Kat until a little while ago.”
Pressure clamped down on my chest, and I forced it out of my system when Dee tilted her head to the side to watch me. “If you think that’s best.”
“I do,” she replied coolly.
There was nothing left to say, so I turned toward the door.
“You’re going to her.”
I stopped but didn’t turn around. “So?”
“Why would you?” she asked.
“If her wound festers and she dies, well, you know where that leaves me.”
Dee’s tinkling laugh reminded me of icicles falling from the roof of our porch back home during the winter. “Since when do hybrids get festering wounds?”
“Hybrids don’t get colds and cancers, Dee, but who knows what a charred hole in their flesh does. Do you?”
“Ah, that’s kind of a good point, but . . .”
Turning to her, my hands clenched at my sides. “What are you trying to say?”
Her lips curled up. “The worst thing that could happen is her arm rotting off.”
I stared at her.
Tipping her head back, she laughed as she clapped her hands together. “You should see your face. Look, all I’m trying to say is that it sounds like there’s another reason why you want to go see her.”
A twitching muscle moved from under my eye to my jaw. “You were right earlier.”
She frowned. “Huh?”
I let the kind of smile that was a lifetime ago pull at my lips. “Thinking with a different kind of head.”
“Ew!” Her nose wrinkled. “God, yeah, I don’t need to know anymore. ’Bye.”
Winking at her, I pivoted around and left the room. Dawson was no longer in the atrium, and I didn’t like that I had no idea where he was or what he was doing. No good could come from that, but I really didn’t have the brain cells to deal with that on top of what waited upstairs.