Her breath caught, somehow knowing where this was leading. “So, these Arum can see the trace around me and…and find you through that trace?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, God.” She placed a hand over her heart.
“Your trace is very faint. I don’t think it will be any problem.” Relief flooded her, and he seemed to try to smile. “I feel stupid for even saying this, but you can’t tell anyone about this, Bethany. No one must know.”
She laughed then, knowing she surprised him. “Dawson, no one would believe me.”
“It doesn’t stop people, though. There have been some who have discovered the truth. Who have seen a Luxen in his or her true form and tried to tell other people.” His eyes were doing that shiny thing again, like there was a white light behind the pupils. She guessed there was. “Those people disappeared.”
Ice covered the knots in her stomach. “What do you mean?”
“The DOD takes care of them. How? I don’t know. But their main job is to cloak us in secrecy and make sure no one threatens that objective.”
Kind of scary to think of that, but she also understood why. Humans would freak if they knew aliens were running around. Aliens who could change identities, move as fast as light, and harness whatever energy.
And on the flip side, a human holding that kind of knowledge wielded a lot of power, didn’t she? Money would probably be involved, if one went public with details.
Bethany shook her head. It wouldn’t be right, though, for several reasons. “I won’t say anything, Dawson. I know promising I won’t doesn’t mean much, but…I really don’t want to disappear, and I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
He exhaled loudly. “I do believe you. Thank you.”
Heartbeats passed in silence as she studied his downturned face. God, he was beautiful. His features perfectly pieced together. Should’ve known some kind of foreign DNA was somehow involved. Then she remembered their first phone call and how he’d said he was from far away. Funny thing was he hadn’t lied to her then.
Bethany really didn’t know what to say or think. Obviously she wasn’t crazy. Dawson was…an alien, but she had a hard time seeing it. Not that she didn’t accept what he was, but as she stared at him, all she saw was Dawson.
Dawson who spoke to her the first day here, who followed her out into the hallway, and who skipped class to spend lunch with her. Dawson who devoted hours on the phone with her, talking until they both fell asleep like goobers.
All she really saw was Dawson—a boy she was falling for.
He’d stayed still while she’d been staring at him, but he looked away now, a muscle flexing in his jaw.
Bethany rose to her knees suddenly. “Can I touch you? When you’re in your…true form?”
His eyes snapped to hers, the green churning with a mixture of hope and panic, relief and sorrow. There was also this oddly tender look on his face that pulled at her heart, made it thump harder. “Why would you want to?”
She bit her lip, wondering if she’d somehow insulted him. Was touching in their true form uncouth? He had jumped away from her awfully fast. “I don’t know. I just do.”
Shock splashed across his face. “You really want to?”
Holding her breath, she nodded.
“It shouldn’t make your trace worse, but...” He rose to his knees anyway, and closed his eyes. A second later, he faded out. His clothes, the shape under them, everything just faded away but
was quickly replaced by white light edged in blue.He extended one arm and fingers formed. Five of them. Just like hers. Beth’s gaze darted up and his head tilted to the side, waiting.
His light illuminated the entire room. Warmth radiated from him. As strange as it was seeing this, he was beautiful. So beautiful there were tears in her eyes, which had nothing to do with the intensity of the light.
With her heart in her throat, she reached out her hand. When her fingers brushed the light, a weak shock of electricity rolled up her arm, and then she felt the faint vibration. Her fingers clasped his—and it felt the same. Warm. Smooth. Strong. It was Dawson’s hand.
It just looked different.
Bethany inched closer, careful not to freak him out. “Can I touch more of you?”
After a pause, he nodded.
Then it struck her. “You can’t talk to me in this form, can you?”
Dawson shook his head.
“That’s sad.” But then she placed her hand where she assumed his chest was and his light pulsed. There was a distinct crackle in the room, like a socket blowing. The humming sensation rolled up her arm, reminding her of pushing a lawn mower.
Her hand slipped down, and the light grew even more powerful. She started to smile, but then she realized she was feeling him up, and, well, that was awkward. Pulling her hand back, she hoped he didn’t notice her blush.
Dawson lowered his arm, and the light dimmed. Like before, he faded out and took the form she was familiar with, jeans and all.
“Hey,” he said.
“Beautiful,” she blurted out. “You’re beautiful.”
His eyes widened, and she felt sort of dumb. “I mean, what you are isn’t something…bad.”
“Thank you.”
She nodded. “Your secret is safe with me. I promise you. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
“You’re okay, then?”
“Everything is okay,” she whispered, still awestruck by the beauty of his true form.
“Good.” He smiled, but it rang false as he stood, running his hand down his thighs. “You can’t imagine how thankful I am that you understand, and don’t worry, I also understand.”