Kat was going to bring the house down.
“Shit.”
I dropped to her side, folding my arms around her and gathering her close. Her entire body shook as I sat back, landing on my ass. I pulled her into my lap, thrusting a hand into her hair, pressing her face against my chest. It did nothing to muffle the powerful sobs racking her entire body.
God, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to ease this, which was the only thing I cared about at the moment.
“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” I said into the top of her head. “I’m here, Kitten. I got you. I’m here.”
There was no sign that she heard me as she burrowed into me, her chest rising and falling sharply, her pulse pounding way too fast. She curled into herself, her cries ragged and broken-sounding, tearing me up.
I should’ve known.
But there had been no way to decipher the presence of a Luxen in here or outside. Others would be coming, but all I could do was hold her, getting her as close as possible as I glanced at the ceiling. A crack had opened, cutting across the middle of the ceiling, but the house had settled, aside from a slight shiver of the foundation every few seconds.
I smoothed my hand up and down her back and pressed a kiss to the top of her head despite the feeling of another Luxen drawing close. When the front door slammed, I heard Dee calling out my name.
“In here.”
Kat was still shaking in my arms, and while her sobs had quieted down, the burst of raw emotion was nowhere near over.
“What’s going on . . . ?” Dee skidded to a halt outside of the kitchen, in the hall. Her gaze darted from the dead Luxen to where we sat on the floor. “Kat?”
Archer was behind her, curling a hand over her shoulder. He picked up on what had gone down here as I returned my attention to Kat. Curving my one hand along the back of her head, I lowered mine to rest on top of hers and just held on.
I knew the moment Archer told Dee what happened, because she cried out and then she was behind Kat, placing her hands on her, trying to wiggle her way in, but I couldn’t let Kat go.
“We felt the house shaking,” Dee said as her eyes met mine over Kat’s head. “I know I shouldn’t have come over here. That wasn’t the plan, but I was worried.”
The plan was out the window. There was no way I could continue to go through with any of this after what had just happened. I couldn’t treat her like I would need to. I had to get her out of here.
“Screw this,” Archer said in a gruff voice, echoing my thoughts. “We need to get out of here, get someplace safe and regroup. We can’t . . .”
We couldn’t put Kat through this, however it would turn out. I was ready to get in the Explorer and get her the hell away from here. Screw not only the plan but everything with it. We’d done our part. The Arum were coming, and all we had succeeded in doing now—all I had done—was exposing Kat to one of the worst pains there was, that of losing a loved one, of seeing it firsthand.
As Dee slowly backed away, I slid my hands to Kat’s arms. “We have to go,” I told her as I gradually stood, pulling her up.
Her legs didn’t seem to be working once I got her standing, and her face was red from crying, lips trembling as she lifted her head. Those beautiful eyes were glassed over.
“Leaving?” Her voice cracked.
I started to nod, but Kat jerked free suddenly. She wheeled around, and when I grabbed for her, she turned and socked me right in the stomach. I barely felt it. “Kat . . .”
“No,” she said, striking out again. Her hand connected with my arm. “No!” She swung again, her palm glancing off my cheek.
Eyes wide, Dee started toward her, but I held up my hand, warding her off. She shook her head as another one of Kat’s mostly ineffective punches connected with another part of my body.
“It’s all right,” I told them. “I’ll meet you outside.”
Dee’s brows pinched. “But—”
“Go!”
Dee hesitated, but Archer stepped forward and took her hand. They started for the door as I focused on Kat. I wasn’t even sure she saw me. The pupils of her eyes glowed white. She moved to hit me again and I let her have it.
“Do what you need to do,” I said, meaning it.
Kat’s fists pounded my chest, first with some oomph behind them, but I stood there, and I let her work it out until her punches slowed and her shoulders shook. There was no amount of pain she could inflict on me that would equal what she was feeling.
“Oh God,” she whispered, dropping her forehead to my chest. “Oh God, she’s dead, she’s really dead.” Her arms fell to her sides. “They did . . . this to her. Why?”
I circled my arms around her. “I don’t know, baby, but I’m sorry—I’m so sorry.”
She shuddered as she stood there, and I hated that I couldn’t give her time to adjust, to mourn. “We’ve got to—”
The shiver of awareness skated over my skin, and there it was, the ever-present hum increasing in my skull. Shit. I whipped around, shielding Kat’s body with mine as the front door slammed again.
Heavy footsteps made their way through the hall, into the dining room. I tensed, knowing it wasn’t Dee or Archer. The plan of going home and them coming to us had worked too well.
Ethan Smith walked into the kitchen.
23
{ Daemon }
The bastard strolled on in like he owned the place, completely at ease and with absolutely no fear. His damn black trousers and white shirt even looked pressed.
Shoved in the back of my jeans, the rigged gun burned my skin, but before I could go for it, he spoke.