I stared at him as sadness crept into me. Since Blake was here, his friend had to be alive. Most likely the DOD had him. I started to say something about it but stopped.
Lately, I’d started to feel more and more weird around Blake. I couldn’t put my finger on it, and maybe it was just a matter of Daemon repeating it every chance he got, but I didn’t trust Blake as much anymore.
“Why do you ask?” He glanced at me, face drawn tight.
I shrugged. “I was just curious. I’m sorry about what happened.”
He nodded, and neither of us said anything for a while. It wasn’t until we passed the exit for Moorefield that I started to get nervous. “Is it safe for us to go this far? The Rocks only have a fifty-mile radius, right?”
“That’s just a guesstimate. We’ll be fine.”
I nodded, unable to shake the sudden dread curling around my insides. Each mile farther Blake took me from home, I started to get antsy. The Arum were obviously around, could even know who we were, since it looked like they might be in cahoots with the DOD. This was reckless, even stupid. Running my hands over my jeans, I stared out the window as Blake hummed along to a rock song.
I reached into my purse and pulled out my cell. If we were really within the shelter of the beta quartz, Blake should be cool with me letting Daemon know.
“You’re not one of those girls who has to tell her boyfriend every move she makes, are you, Katy?” Blake nodded at my phone and smiled, but the humor never reached his eyes. “Besides, we’re here anyway.”
I wasn’t one of those girls, but…
He pulled into the parking lot of a little joint that boasted the best wings in West Virginia. Christmas lights decorated their pitch-black windows. There was a giant mountaineer statue guarding the entrance.
It all looked incredibly normal.
I silently blamed Daemon for making me doubt Blake, shoved my phone back in my purse, and headed into the restaurant.
Dinner was oddly strained. Nothing like the first two times Blake and I had gone out. Trying to get him to even talk about surfing was like squeezing glass—painful and pointless. I talked about how much I missed blogging and reading while he texted away on his phone. Or played a game—I couldn’t be sure. Once I thought I heard a pig oink. Eventually I stopped talking and focused on ripping the skin off my wings.
It was past six, and we’d been sitting at the little table, going on our third soda refill, when I couldn’t deal with this anymore. “Are you ready?”
“Just a few more minutes.”
This was the second set of “Just a few more minutes.” I sat back, blowing out a long breath, and started counting the red squares on some dude’s flannel jacket. I’d already memorized the Christmas song they’d been playing over and over.
I glanced at Blake. “I’m really ready to go home.”
Annoyance flared in his hazel eyes, turning the flecks of brown dark. “I thought you’d enjoy getting out and just chilling.”
“I am, but we’re sitting here, not even talking to each other, while you play some pig-poking game on your phone. Seriously not a fun time for me.”
He propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands. “What do you want to talk about, Katy?”
My irritation rose at his tone. “I’ve been trying to talk to you about all kinds of topics for over an hour.”
“So, doing anything for Christmas?” he asked.
Taking a deep breath, I reined in my temper. “Yeah, Mom is actually off for once. We’re doing something with Will.”
“The doctor? Sounds like they’re getting pretty serious.”
“They are.” I pulled my sweater closer, shivering as the door opened. “I’m pretty sure that’s the only reason why—”
Blake’s phone dinged, and he immediately checked it out. Annoyed, I clamped my mouth shut and stared at the empty table behind him. “You ready?” he asked.
Thank freaking God. I grabbed my purse and stood, walking out without waiting for him to pick up the check. My boots crunched over the packed snow and ice. As soon as November had rolled around, all it did was snow an inch or two every few days. It was like one giant prelude to a blizzard.
Blake joined me a couple minutes later, frowning. “Way to wait.”
I rolled my eyes but said nothing as I climbed into his truck. We headed back onto the road in silence. Arms folded tightly across my chest, I felt like a pissy girlfriend, which was so wrong. We weren’t like that, but it was as if we’d just had the date from hell.
And to make everything worse, he was driving at the speed of Grandma. My leg bounced with annoyance and impatience. I just wanted to go home. There would be no training tonight. I was going to pick up an effin’ book, and I was going to read for fun. Then I would blog. I would forget about Blake and this stupid, craptastic alien power. My gaze dropped to my boot. There was something on the floor, hard and slender under the thin soles of my boot. Moving my foot to the side, the passing highway lights reflected off something gold and shiny. Curious, I started to bend down.
The obsidian flared under my sweater without any warning at the same moment Blake swerved the truck off the road and into a ditch.
Swinging toward him, my heart raced as the heat from the obsidian seared my skin. “There’s an Arum nearby.”
“I know.” He killed the engine, jaw tight. “Get out of the truck, Katy.”
“What?” I shrieked.
“Get out of the truck!” He reached over, unhooking my seat belt. “We’re training.”