“This isn’t Daemon’s problem,” he argued. “It’s mine. I should be—”
“If it involves you, it’s my problem.” Impatience etched into Daemon’s features.
Shame rose inside Dawson, like an ugly wisp of smoke. “I am not a child, dammit. You are only older by a few minutes! That doesn’t give you—”
“I know.” Daemon rubbed his brow as if his head ached. “I don’t mean to treat you like a kid, but dammit, Dawson, you know what you have to do here.”
Dee appeared between them, her hands on her hips as she twisted toward Daemon. “You have to trust Dawson on this.”
The look on Daemon’s face said he’d rather stick his head in a meat grinder. “This is insane.”
Daemon stepped back, putting the heels of his hands on his forehead. “Okay. I get your…need to make sure she is safe while she has the trace, and yeah, maybe she won’t say crap, but afterward, you cannot run the risk of something like this happening again.”
“I can control myself,” Dawson said.
“Oh, what the fuc—”
“Don’t ask me to give her up before I even really get to know her.” Once the words left his mouth, his will was forged with cement and a bunker of nuclear bombs. “Because you’re not going to like my response.”
Daemon blinked as if he were stunned. And it struck Dawson then, that even though he did his own thing most of the time, he never really stood up to his brother. Even Dee looked surprised.
“You can’t mean that,” Daemon said, voice tight.
“I do.”
“Oh, for the love of baby humans everywhere, you’re an idiot.” Daemon shot across the room, going toe-to-toe with him. “So, you ‘get to know her’ and you fall in love.” He spat the last word out as if he’d swallowed nails. “Then what? You’re going to try to stay with her? Get married? Have the little house with a white picket fence plus the two-point-five kids?”
God, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Maybe. Maybe not.”
“Yeah, let me know how that works out with the DOD.”
There was a good chance that Dawson was going to crack the banister. “It’s not impossible. Nothing is.”
Again, shock shot across Daemon’s face, and then his expression hardened. “You risk being an outcast! Worse yet, you risk your sister if this happens again.”
“Daemon,” Dee protested, eyes glittering with unshed tears. “Don’t put that on him.”
Anger turned Daemon’s skin dark. His eyes started to glow. “No. He needs to understand what he’s done. Bethany could lead an Arum right here. And God knows what the DOD will do if they find out she knows. So tell me, is Bethany worth that?”
Dawson hated what he was about to say next, and man, it made him a selfish piece of crap, but it was the truth. “Yes, she’s worth it.”
Chapter 13
When Bethany entered English class on Monday, she was one step away from full-on girl freak-out mode, especially when her eyes went straight to the desk behind her and latched onto Dawson.
Last night, he’d called and told her he’d explained everything to Daemon. Though he’d claimed everything went fine, the strain in his voice said otherwise.
Taking her seat, she dropped her bag onto the floor and dared a look at him. “Hey.”
He nodded in return, his gaze moving all around her. “Everything is going to be okay.”
And that made her more nervous. As it turned out, she had good reason. When Daemon stalked into the classroom, the look on his face promised all kinds of bad things. Bethany shrank back as her eyes met Daemon’s. It felt like being smacked by an icy wind.
Dawson leaned forward, wrapping his fingers around her arm. “Ignore him,” he whispered. “He’s fine.”
If “fine” were sporting a serial-killer glare, then she’d hate to see what “not fine” was. She dared another quick look over Dawson’s shoulder.
Daemon’s lips slipped into a one-sided smile that lacked humor or affection.
Swallowing against the sudden tightening in her throat, she spoke lowly. “Okay. He’s scaring me.”
Dawson rubbed her arm. “All bark, no bite.”
“That’s your opinion,” Daemon replied.
Bethany stiffened as her eyes widened. The bell rang and she swung toward the front of the class. Oh, this was going to be a long period. The back of her neck burned from the glare Dawson couldn’t block.
She felt Dawson’s fingers on her back, and she relaxed. Class discussion centered on the themes in Pride and Prejudice. Love was the main topic.
“What can you learn about love from Pride and Prejudice?” Mr. Patterson asked, sitting on the edge of the desk. “Lesa?”
“Besides the fact courtships took forever back in the day?” Tossing thick curls off her shoulders, she shrugged. “I guess love is only possible if it’s not influenced by society.”
“But Charlotte married for money,” Kimmy reasoned, as if that were something to be proud of.
“Yeah, but Mr. Collins was an idiot,” Lesa said.
“A rich idiot,” someone else said.
Lesa rolled her eyes. “But that’s not love—marrying someone for money.”
“All good points,” Mr. Patterson said, smiling. “Do you think Austen was being a realist or cynical in nature when it came to the theme of love?”
And then Daemon’s deep, smooth voice said, “I think she was pointing out that sometimes making decisions based on the heart is stupid.”