Dee and Beth started talking about the wedding—my wedding—and what colors they hoped I decided on. I think Dee was praying for pink. Archer and Dawson sat between them, looking thoroughly confused by the whole conversation. My smile felt permanently plastered across my face.
No matter how rough the future got, this was my family, and I would do anything to keep them safe, even if one of them was currently drooling all over my shirt.
A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts, and when my gaze swept across the room, it landed on Archer. He was grinning like a fool.
“Who could that be?” Daemon asked. “We’re all here.”
Dawson stood. “I have no idea. Let me check.”
I kept staring at Archer and my stomach tumbled. Is it?
Archer’s grin spread.
Turning toward the entryway, my breath held in my throat, and then Dawson was strolling back into the room. Behind him was someone we hadn’t seen since we’d left Montana.
Luc strolled into the room, his long-legged pace easy and fluid, and holy crap, he’d grown even taller since the last time I’d seen him. “How dare you guys have a get-together and not invite me.”
My lips broke into a wide grin, and I almost—almost—ran over and hugged him, because of so many reasons. But I didn’t, because I knew Luc wasn’t the hugging type.
Dee, however, didn’t get that.
She jumped up from where she sat like there was a spring beneath her and got to Luc before he could react, enfolding him in one of her epic hugs. His slightly wide eyes met mine over Dee’s shoulder.
It was hard calling Luc a friend, but I liked to think he was one, and my heart ached for him. As far as we knew, the serum—the Prometheus serum—hadn’t done what he’d hoped for Nadia. That was the sucky thing about Daedalus. In some ways, they’d had good intentions, and maybe if they’d had more time, they’d have been able to craft a medicine that would eradicate most human diseases.
But not everyone got their happy ending.
When he finally got free of Dee, he ended up in front of Daemon and me. He wasn’t really looking at us, but studying Ashley like I was holding a new species in my arm.
Which I totally was.
In a low voice, I asked, “How are you doing?”
Luc shrugged. “You know, I’m doing my thing like a chicken wing.”
My brow arched.
Daemon sounded like he choked. “Did you seriously just say that?”
“I did and I’m cool like that.”
I smiled as I watched him tilt his head to the side. “Are you still with the Origins?”
He nodded as he squinted at Ashley. “For the time being. I think it’s good for them, because like I said, I’m pretty damn cool and they’re learning from the best.”
No one in the room responded to that, because well, Luc was . . . Luc. Yeah, the Origin kids were better off now that Nancy wasn’t around and neither was Daedalus, but what in the world could Luc be teaching them?
I was pretty sure I didn’t want to know. And I also didn’t want to know who was watching over them while he was here.
“Can I?” Luc asked, extending his arms.
My gaze found Beth’s and she nodded. “Sure.”
Luc took Ashley from my hands like he had a lot of experience holding really small people. He hoisted her up, and Ashley seemed to look back at him like she was studying him.
“Hey there,” Luc said.
Ashley responded by smacking a baby palm against his cheek with one hand and then grasping his hair with the other.
“That means she likes you,” Dawson said, hovering between Beth and Luc.
“Interesting,” he murmured.
Ashley hooted or did some kind of weird baby laugh, and Luc cracked a grin. “You’re something special,” he said, echoing what Daemon had said earlier.
Watching Luc turn with Ashley, facing Dawson and Beth, I was only vaguely listening to the conversation they started. Something to do with potato chips, mayo, and awkward locations, and that was all I wanted to hear about that.
“Kitten?” murmured Daemon.
I turned my head slightly and, like always, I was simply struck by him, had been from the first time I’d knocked on his door and wanted to punch him in the face. He was mine, all of him—the prickly side and the warm, playful, and loving side.
“What?”
His lips brushed my ear as he whispered a string of words that widened my eyes and scalded my cheeks. And I recognized the words.
They were what he’d written on the note he’d passed to me in class so long ago.
“You game for that?” he asked, eyes burning a luminous green. “I’m really hoping so. Been thinking about it for, like, two years. Don’t let me down, Kitten.”
My heart thumped like thunder in my chest as I said the truest words ever. “I’m game for anything with you, Daemon Black.”
Acknowledgments
Closing out a series is never an easy thing to do. It’s an awesome moment, but it’s also hugely bittersweet. And it also would’ve never been possible without a whole buttload of people working behind the scenes to bring Katy and Daemon to you.
First and foremost, none of this would’ve been possible without Liz Pelletier. Like seriously. It was she who asked me on the day I turned in another book if I had ever considered writing about aliens in high school. I had laughed and said no, because for real, aliens in high school? But then I thought about it, came up with Katy and then Daemon, and then the rest was Luxen history. So thank you.
I also wanted to thank the team at Entangled Teen and Macmillan—editors, publicists, assistants, and everyone who had a hand in the series over the years. Thank you to my agent of awesome, Kevan Lyon, and to my foreign rights agents Rebecca Mancini and Taryn Fagerness, to my film agent Brandy Rivers, and to my publicists KP Simmon, Deb Shapiro, and Heather Riccio.
Another huge thank-you to Nancy Holder for providing a wonderful blurb for Opal and to Wendy Higgins for doing the same. To Laura Kaye, Molly McAdams, Sophie Jordan, thank you for helping me procrastinate for hours. The same thing goes for Tiffany Snow, Jen Fisher, Damaris Cardinali, Lesa Rodrigues, Dawn Ransom, and Tiffany King for answering the phone when I call, probably even when they don’t want to. And I can’t forget to thank Vi for allowing me to borrow her kid for events, and Jena Freeth for being willing to run around at events for me and buy books.
Stacey Morgan—you rock. You know this, even if you and technology will never get along.
There are so many more people I would like to thank—the bloggers/reviewers who supported the series from day one. You guys have a piece of my heart always. And every reader who picked up any of my books, thank you.
Thank you for taking this journey with me.
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