“But I already have this kind of life. All the hoping, wishing, and good intentions in the world aren’t going to change that.”
The truth appeared to infuriate him more. “That issue aside, what you promised Dawson was freaking unbelievable.”
“What?” My arms dropped to my sides.
“Help him find Beth? How in the hell are we supposed to do that?”
I shifted from one foot to the other. “I don’t know, but we’ll figure something out.”
“Oh, that’s good, Kat. We don’t know how to find her but we’ll help. Awesome plan.”
Heat rushed up my spine. Oh, this was grand. “You’re such a hypocrite! You told me yesterday we’d find out what Will was up to, but you have no idea how. The same thing with Daedalus!” He opened his mouth, but I knew I had him. “And you couldn’t lie to Dawson when he asked what you’d do if they had me. You’re not the only one who gets to make brash and stupid decisions.”
His mouth snapped shut. “That’s not the point.”
I cocked a brow. “Lame argument.”
Daemon shot forward, his voice harsh. “You had no right to make those kinds of promises to my brother. He’s not your family.”
I flinched, taking a step back. Being smacked would’ve felt better. The way I saw it, at least I talked Dawson off the cliff. Sure, promising to help find Beth wasn’t ideal, but it was better than him running off like a crackhead.
I tried to rein in my anger and disappointment, because I understood where a lot of his fury was coming from. Daemon didn’t want me to get hurt, and he was worried about his brother, but his inherent, near-obsessive need to be protective didn’t excuse his douchebaggery.
“Dawson is my problem, because he’s your problem,” I said. “We’re in this together.”
Daemon’s eyes met mine. “Not on everything, Kat. Sorry. That’s just the way it is.”
The back of my throat burned, and I blinked several times, refusing to shed tears even though my chest ached so badly. “If we’re not together on everything, then how can we really be together?” My voice cracked. “Because I don’t see how that’s possible.”
His eyes widened. “Kat—”
I shook my head, knowing where this conversation was heading. Unless he was willing to see me as something other than a fragile piece of china, we were doomed.
Walking away from Daemon was the hardest thing I’d done. Made worse by the fact he didn’t try to stop me, because that wasn’t his style, but deep down, in a place that spoke only the truth, I hadn’t expected him to. But I wanted him to. I needed him to.
And he didn’t.
Chapter 7
As expected, school resumed on Monday, and there was nothing worse than returning after an unexpected break and having all the teachers buzzing to make up for lost time. Add in the fact that Daemon and I hadn’t made up after our major blowout yet and, well, Mondays always sucked.
I dropped into my seat, pulling out my massive trig textbook.
Carissa eyed me over the rim of her burnt-orange glasses. New ones. Again. “You look absolutely thrilled to be back.”
“Whee,” I said unenthusiastically.
Sympathy marked her expression. “How…how is Dee? I’ve tried calling her a couple of times, but she hasn’t returned any of my calls.”
“Or mine,” Lesa added, sitting down in front of Carissa.
Lesa and Carissa had no idea that Adam hadn’t really died in a car accident, and we had to keep them in the dark. “She’s really not talking to anyone right now.” Well, besides Andrew, which was so bizarre I couldn’t even think about it.
Carissa sighed. “I wish they had the funeral for him here. I would’ve loved to pay my respects, you know?”
Apparently Luxen didn’t do funerals. So we’d made up some excuse about the funeral being out of town and only family could visit.
“It just sucks,” she said, glancing at Lesa. “I thought maybe we could go to the movies after school this week. Take her mind off it.”
I nodded. I liked the sound of that but doubted we’d get very far with her. It was also time to put Plan A into motion—which was reintroducing Dawson to society. Even though I was on his brother’s poo-poo list, Dawson had stopped by yesterday and explained that Matthew was on board. Probably wouldn’t happen until the middle of the week, but it was a go.
“She may not be able to do anything this week, though,” I said.
“Why?” Curiosity sparkled in Lesa’s dark eyes. Loved the girl, but she was such a gossip whore. Which was exactly what I needed.
If people expected Dawson’s return, it wouldn’t be such a surprise when it did happen. Lesa would make sure word got out.
“You guys are not going to believe this, but…Dawson’s come home.”
Carissa turned several degrees paler, and Lesa shouted something that sounded an awful lot like what the duck. I’d kept my voice low, but their reactions garnered a lot of attention. “Yeah, apparently he’s alive. Ran away and finally decided to come home.”
“No way,” Carissa breathed, her eyes going wide behind her glasses. “I can’t believe this. I mean, it’s great news but everyone thought…well, you know.”
Lesa was just as shell-shocked. “Everyone thought he was dead.”
I forced a casual shrug. “Well, he’s not.”
“Wow.” Lesa pushed a section of tight curls out of her face. “I can’t even process this. My brain has just shut down. A first.”