A lopsided grin appeared on his face. “I can deal. Can you?”
“Yes.” Not really, I admitted to myself. I wanted to climb into him. I wanted nothing between us. I wanted him. But shenanigans of the fun and naughty kind weren’t appropriate given the situation, and exhibitionism wasn’t something I wanted to indulge in. So I settled for the next best thing. I threaded my fingers through his. “I feel bad that I’m happy you’re here.”
“Don’t be.” His eyes opened, and the pupils shone like diamonds. “I honestly don’t want to be anyplace else.”
I snorted. “Really?”
“Really.” He kissed me softly and quickly pulled back. “Sounds crazy but it’s true.”
I wanted to ask him how he planned on getting us out of here. There had to be a plan. Hopefully. I couldn’t imagine that he busted up in Daedalus and hadn’t thought about a way out. It wasn’t like I hadn’t been thinking about how to escape. There was just no foreseeable escape route. I licked my lips. Daemon’s eyes flared.
“What if…?” I swallowed, keeping my voice low. “What if this is our future?”
“No.” The arm around my waist drew me forward, and an instant later I was pressed against his front. His mouth moved against the sensitive spot under my ear as he spoke in a low whisper. “This isn’t our future, Kitten. I promise you.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. Memories of being this close to him hadn’t done the real thing any justice. The hardness of his chest against mine scrambled my thoughts, but it was his words that flooded my body with warmth. Daemon never promised something he didn’t hold to.
Fitting my head in the space between his neck and shoulder, I inhaled the smell of soap and the outdoorsy scent that was uniquely his. “Say it,” I whispered.
His hand slid up my spine, leaving a wake of shivers. “Say what, Kitten?”
“You know.”
He rubbed his chin in my hair. “I love…my car, Dolly.”
My lips cracked into a tiny grimace. “That’s not it.”
“Oh.” His voice dripped innocence. “I know. I love Ghost Investigators.”
“You’re such a douche.”
He laughed softly. “But you love me.”
“I do.” I pressed a kiss against his shoulder.
There was a pause, and I felt his heart rate kick up. Mine quickly matched his. “I love you,” he said, voice gruff. “I love you more than anything.”
I let myself rest against him, probably relaxing for the first time since I’d gotten there. It wasn’t that I felt stronger because he was there, though in a way I was. But it was because I now had someone on my side, someone who had my back. I wasn’t alone in this, and if it had been the other way around, I would’ve done the same thing he’d done. I doubted—
The door to the cell opened suddenly, and Daemon stiffened just like I did. Over his shoulder I saw Sergeant Dasher and Nancy Husher. Behind the incredibly douchetastic duo was Archer and another guard.
“Are we interrupting?” Nancy asked.
Daemon snorted. “No. We were just saying how sad we were that you guys weren’t visiting us.”
Nancy clasped her hands. In her black pantsuit, she looked like a walking ad for women who hate color. “For some reason I doubt that.”
My grip on the front of Daemon’s shirt tightened as my eyes bounced to the sergeant. His gaze wasn’t outright hostile, but then again, that didn’t tell me much.
The sergeant cleared his throat. “We have work to do.”
Insanely fast, Daemon was sitting up, and somehow he’d maneuvered his body so that I was behind him. “Work on what?” he asked, threading his fingers together between his knees. “And I don’t believe I’ve had the honor of meeting you.”
“That’s Sergeant Dasher,” I explained, trying to move so I wasn’t behind him. He shifted, blocking me once more.
“Is that so?” Daemon’s voice became low and dangerous, and my stomach sank. “I think I’ve seen you before.”
“I don’t think you have,” Dasher responded evenly.
“Oh, he has.” Nancy gestured at me. “I showed him the video of the first day Katy was here and your meeting with her.”
I closed my eyes and muttered a curse. Daemon was so gonna kill him.
“Yeah, I’ve seen that.” Each word was punctuated with what I knew was a death glare. I pried an eye open. Dasher didn’t look completely unfazed. The lines around his mouth were tense. “I’ve tucked those images away in a very special place,” Daemon finished.
I placed a hand on his back. “What work do we have to do?”
“We need to run some joint tests, and then we’ll go from there,” answered Dasher.
My muscles locked up, an action duly noted by Daemon. More stress tests? I couldn’t foresee that going well with Daemon involved.
“It’s nothing too complicated or intensive.” Nancy stepped aside, motioning to the door. “Please. The sooner we get started, the quicker it is over.”
Daemon didn’t move.
Nancy eyed us calmly. “Do I need to remind you of what you promised, Daemon?”
I shot him a sharp look. “Promised what?”
Before he could respond, Nancy did. “He promised to do whatever we asked without causing trouble if we brought him to you.”
“What?” I stared at him. When he didn’t say anything, I almost wanted to hit him. God only knew what they’d make him do. Taking a deep breath, I scooted around him and stood. A second later, he was on his feet and in front of me. Tucking my hair back, I slid my sneakers on.