Shadows (lux)

by Jennifer L. Armentrout

  Outside of the car, he pulled her into a fierce hug that she didn’t want to end. He smoothed back her hair, kissed her until she thought she’d stopped breathing again.

  “You’re glowing,” he murmured against her temple.

  “How badly?”

  “You’re bright but beautiful.” There was a pause when he kissed her forehead. “Brighter than I’ve seen. I’ll feel better getting you home and checking out the area first, okay?”

  Oh, no. Her heart sank. All the ground they’d made with the others would be lost. “Your family and friends—”

  “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry.”

  It was hard not to worry, but right now, her brain was spinning with everything. Once inside her car, he got behind the steering wheel and smiled at her. He looked so tired; his hair was a mess of black waves and his shirt was covered in her…her blood. She swallowed thickly, forcing her gaze forward.

  Standing on the porch was Daemon. By the brutal look on his face, there was no doubt that he’d seen them — seen her trace.

  …

  Bethany’s house was dark and silent when she walked in. All she wanted to do was shower all the blood and grime off and sleep for a year. Dawson was coming back over, and she was going to sneak him in. A first for her, but she knew he honestly needed to be near her right now. Dawson was rattled, still shaky over what happened.

  So was she.

  In the kitchen, she grabbed a bottle of water and downed it in one gulp. The memory of falling haunted her steps as she threw the plastic in the trash. She’d fallen and the impact — oh, God — the pain had been so intense but brief. Final.

  And then there had been nothing.

  Bethany wasn’t sure how long that nothing had lasted, but the next thing she’d heard was Dawson telling her to please wake up and that he loved her. At first, she’d been confused. Had she fallen asleep? But then it hit her.

  And she was still reeling from it.

  Had she been knocked unconscious? If the blood was any indication, she’d been seriously injured. The big question was — had she been knocking on death’s door or had she died?

  Bethany shuddered.

  Somehow, Dawson had healed her — fixed everything that had been damaged in the fall. What he had done was awe-inspiring and beyond comprehension. And their hearts — they’d been beating in perfect sync. She didn’t know how she knew, but she did. It had to be some kind of weird byproduct of what he’d done. Very weird, but nothing she was afraid of. How could she be?

  Dawson loved her.

  And that kind of love… It was amazing.

  Still thirsty, she grabbed another bottle of water and headed for the stairs. Without any warning, the kitchen light came on.

  Uncle Will stood in the doorway, his eyes blinking against the light. “Bethany, what — oh my God, are you okay?”

  Crap. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

  He shuffled to her as fast as he could. Over the last couple of weeks, he had been getting better, stronger. Brown hair peppered with gray covered his head now. Soon, he’d be living back in his own home again.

  “My God, Beth, you’re covered in blood.” He put a shaky hand on her shoulder, eyeing her like any doctor would, searching for visible injuries. “What the hell happened?”

  Think fast, Beth, think fast. “Dawson and I went hiking, and he cut himself on a jagged rock. He bled…a lot.”

  Uncle Will’s eyes widened. “Did he bleed all over you?”

  “Pretty much, but he’s okay.” She went past him, heart pounding. “Everything’s fine, though, so there’s nothing to worry about.”

  “Beth—”

  “I’m pretty tired, though.” God, she needed to get away and clean herself up. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

  Not waiting for a response, she dashed up the stairs and closed her door behind her. Crap, her uncle would probably say something to her parents and they’d flip. But there weren’t any visible injuries. Maybe she’d be able to convince them it wasn’t as bad as it seemed to Uncle Will.

  Not maybe. She would.

  Dawson’s secret relied upon Bethany convincing her family everything was fine.

  Chapter 18

  Dawson was so wiped out he could barely stand. He plopped down at the kitchen table, resting his head on his hand. A steady throbbing had taken up residency between his temples. He needed to shower and then get his butt over to Bethany’s. What he wanted was to hold her, to reassure himself that she was very much alive.

  But first he was in for a major bitching session.

  Daemon glared at him from across the table. “What the hell happened? And don’t you dare say nothing. She’s glowing like a freaking sun.”

  What could he say? He didn’t have a clue. No way could he explain what he had done, and until he understood it better, he wasn’t going to tell anyone. Not even Dee.

  “I’m still waiting,” Daemon said.

  Dawson pried one eye open. “I was showing off, being stupid. I wasn’t thinking.”

  His brother’s mouth dropped open. Disbelief filled his expression. “You have to be the—”

  “Stupidest guy around, I know.”

  “That doesn’t explain why both of you look like you jumped off a mountain.”

  Dawson flinched. “Bethany fell…and skinned up her hands. It looks worse than it is.”

  Daemon’s gaze surveyed him. “No doubt.”

  Dawson sighed. “I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry,” Daemon growled. “Sorry really doesn’t fix this, bro. That other Arum — he’s still out there. And now you’ve gone and lit up your girl’s ass like the Fourth of freakin’ July. Again. You’re going to get that girl killed.”

  Whoa, that stung like a bitch. “Is the other Arum really out there, Daemon?” He lifted his head, weary. “We haven’t seen him or any other Arum in months. He’s gone.”

  “We don’t know that.”

  Very true, but he was too tired to argue. “I’ll keep her away from here until it fades.” If it ever faded, because he wasn’t sure it would. “I’ll take care of this.”

  Anger blew off Daemon. “You know, I’ve been crazy to let you keep fooling around with this human, hoping you’d eventually come to your damn senses, but obviously I should’ve stepped in a lot sooner.”

  “I’m not fooling around with her.” Dawson sat back in his chair, meeting his brother’s furious glare. “I love her. And I’m not leaving her because you don’t approve. So get over it.”

  “Dawson—”

  “No. You don’t get it. My life isn’t yours — it doesn’t belong to the Luxen and it doesn’t belong to the DOD.” Fury fueled his energy now. “And giving her up is like giving up a piece of me. Is that what you want?”

  Daemon’s fists thumped on the table. “Dawson, I—”

  “She makes me happy. And shouldn’t that make you happy? For me? And without her…yeah, I don’t need to finish that thought.”

  Daemon looked away, lips thin. “Of course I want to see you happy. I want nothing more than you and Dee to be happy, but bro, this is a human girl.”

  “She knows the truth about us.”

  “I wish you’d stop saying that.”

  “Why?” Dawson ran his fingers through his hair. “I can stop saying it, but it doesn’t change anything.”

  A dry, bitter laugh came from his brother. And then what came next rhymed with suck and ended with duck. “And what happens when you break up?”

  “We aren’t breaking up.”

  “Oh, Jesus, Dawson, you’re both sixteen. Come on.”

  Dawson flew to his feet. “You don’t get it. You know what — it doesn’t matter. I love her and that’s not changing. Either you can support me like a brother should or you can stay the hell out of my face.”

  Daemon lifted his head, his eyes wide and pupils white. Shock stole a lot of the color from his skin, and Dawson had never seen the look on his brother’s face. As if Dawson had walked up and shove
d a blade deep into his own brother’s back.

  “So, it’s going to be like that?” Daemon asked.

  Dawson hated his next words, but he had to say them. “Yeah, it’s going to be like that.”

  Standing, Daemon pushed back his chair and went over to the window. Several moments passed in silence, and then he laughed roughly. “God, I hope I never fall in love.”

  A little bit surprised by that statement, Dawson watched his twin. “Do you really want that?”

  “Hell yeah,” Daemon replied. “Look at how stupid it’s made you.”

  Dawson smiled in spite of everything. “I know that’s probably an insult, but I’m going to take it as a compliment.”

  “You would.” Daemon faced him and leaned against the counter. “I don’t like this. I’ve never liked this, but…but you’re right. You’ve been right.”

  Hell just froze over.

  A small, wry grin appeared on Daemon’s face. “I can’t tell you who to date. Hell, no one can tell any of us who to love.”

  Man, he stopped breathing. “What are you saying?”

  “Not that you need my permission, because you pretty much do whatever you want, but I’ll support you.” He rubbed his eyes. “And you’re going to need it when the rest see how bright she is.”

  Struck dumb by Daemon’s submission, Dawson crossed the room and did something he hadn’t done in a long time. He hugged him. “Thank you, Daemon. I mean it, thank you.”

  “You’re my brother. The only one I have, so I am stuck with you.” He hugged Dawson back. “I do want you happy. And if Bethany makes you happy, then so be it. I’m not going to lose you over some girl.”

  …

  Three days later and Bethany’s trace was still as bright as the day on the cliff. And they had the same amount of answers to what happened as they had then. A big fat nothing. They’d gone around and around, trying to figure out what happened. Short of confiding in Daemon or Matthew, Dawson didn’t know if they’d ever find an answer. The whole not-knowing and constant discussing it was driving them both crazy.

  So tonight, they were doing something normal. Going to the movies like any other normal, teenage couple would. They were even doing dinner. And at home, sitting on his dresser, was a fresh bouquet of roses he planned on surprising her with. Maybe even a few candles…

  But Bethany had only picked at her dinner.

  He glanced at her as he pulled into the parking lot. Her cheeks were flushed, eyes bright when they were open. Right now, though, she had them closed as she rested in the seat.

  “Hey,” he said, patting her leg. “You okay over there?”

  Her lashes fluttered up. “Yeah, I’m just tired.”

  Dawson parked the car and twisted toward her. “We can call it a night if you want.”

  “No. I’m good to go.” She reached out, placing her hand on his cheek.

  He watched her and the words bubbled up before he could stop them. “I can’t believe how lucky I am. You’ve been so accepting of everything. I almost can’t believe it.”

  “I love you, Dawson. I love who you are, what you are. And I don’t think love recognizes differences. It just is. And we really aren’t that different.”

  Damn if he didn’t start to feel his eyes burning. If he started crying, he’d kick himself, but he would never grow tired of hearing those three words, through their bond or spoken out loud.

  “We have different DNA. I don’t even have to breathe if I didn’t force myself to, Bethany. I’m an alien — total ET over here. That’s definitely different.” But he placed his hand over hers anyway.

  A faint smile appeared on her lips. All of her smiles were beautiful. “So? That doesn’t change the fact that I love you. And I know it doesn’t change that you love me.”

  “You’re right.”

  “And, yeah, we are different on a superficial level.” Bethany leaned over, kissing his lips. His fingers curved around hers tightly. “But we are the same. We laugh at the same stupid jokes. Neither of us has a clue what we want to do after school. Both of us think Hugh Laurie is a genius even though we hate TV. And we’ve both seen Dirty Dancing at least thirteen times, although you’ll never admit it.” She winked.

  He pulled her hand from his cheek, pressing his lips against the center of her palm. “And both of us are going to fail gym.”

  She giggled, because it was true. “And we have a love for all things sugary.”

  “And stupid nicknames no one else gets.”

  Nodding, she placed her other hand on his chest. “And our hearts beat the same. Don’t they?”

  God, they did. Like two halves that were split but somehow still joined. He bent his head, brushing his lips along hers. He was in awe of her — no, enthralled by her. She was his. He was hers.

  Dawson found her lips, feeling his heart pick up and race, matching Bethany’s equally pounding beat. He shivered as a pleasant rush bloomed over his skin. “I love you.”

  Bethany smiled against his mouth. “Ditto. We’re going to miss the movie.”

  He’d rather stay in the car and see how fogged up they could get the windows, but he nodded and opened the door. The sweet, tangy spring air swallowed him. Summer wasn’t too far away. Funny. Three months had changed his life.

  Heading around to her side, he draped his arm over her shoulders, steering her across the parking lot.

  She grinned up at him. “Everything is sort of perfect, you know?”

  Damn if it wasn’t. He pulled her closer and—

  A cold chill snaked down his spine, exploding over his nerve endings. The feeling was recognizable. Arum.

  Spinning around, he wrapped his arm around Beth’s waist and pulled her against him. “When I tell you to run, you run.”

  “What?” She struggled in his grasp and then stilled. “It’s them, isn’t it? Oh my God…”

  They were on the cusp of the protective beta quartz, but her trace was definitely visible to any Arum. His eyes scanned the dark sky and then dropped over the surrounding woods. Everything was cast in shadows.

  He wanted to send her into the theater, but that would require them splitting up, and he wasn’t leaving her anywhere. “We’re going to get back into the car,” he said quickly. “And then—”

  The shadows pooled in front of them, taking shape and form.

  Without saying a word, he swooped Bethany up and headed for the thick tree line. Part of him hoped he wasn’t making a huge mistake, but they’d never make it across the parking lot. And he needed to be where he could defend and keep an eye on her.

  Rushing through the woods, he swore he could hear her voice in his head, saying his name, but that couldn’t be possible. It had happened when he healed her, but in his human form, it shouldn’t be. But he had to table that.

  Once they were deep enough in the woods, he set her down. Her eyes were wide and panicked as she stepped back.

  “Everything’s going to be—”

  The Arum came from the sky, slipping through branches like a dark, tumultuous cloud. Grabbing Bethany by her shoulders, he pushed her to the ground and then switched into his true form.

  Her startled gasp propelled Dawson forward. He would die before he let anything happen to her.

  He leaped into the air, crashing into the Arum. The thunderous impact rattled the trees, and they crashed through the leafy branches. Several yards away, they skidded across the ground, grass and dirt streaming into the air and leaving a rough trench behind.

  The Arum’s dark laugh slithered through Dawson. Don’t worry, he said. I won’t kill you yet. I’ll leave you alive ssso you can watch the life bleed out of your human.

  Rage pounded through him, and he rose up, feeling energy crackle along his arms. Gathering the energy into a tight ball of anger until he was taut with the pressure, he let go and a stream of bluish-white light blasted into the Arum’s center.

  With a roar, the Arum reared up and expanded, tossing Dawson into the air as though he were nothing
but a child. If you give up, it will be lesss painful.

  Dawson’s shoulder slammed into the ground. He rolled onto his back and popped up in his human form before the Arum reached him. Spinning out of his grasp, he avoided the thick tendrils stabbing at him.

  Damn, he’d been drained once before, and he wasn’t going through that again.

  The Arum shifted into his human form, letting loose a series of blasts that Dawson barely avoided as he raced toward the bastard. The matter the Arum wielded left craters in the ground, destroyed the ancient oaks it came into contact with.

  He hadn’t heard Bethany make a sound for so long, the thought that something had happened to her made him falter without even meaning to. He took his eyes off the Arum, searching for her. The minute distraction cost him. Letting out another chilling laugh, the Arum threw his hand out.

  In the last possible moment, Dawson switched to his true form. The dark matter hit him in the chest, and he absorbed it the best he could. The blast still knocked him off his feet but would’ve incinerated a human. Over the red-hot, slicing pain shooting through his body and the buzzing in his ears, he heard Bethany’s horrified scream.

  A split second later, he sprang to his feet and took off after the Arum. The Arum was nothing more than a shadow, but he was heading straight for Beth. It was like all his nightmares were becoming reality. The terror was worse than when he’d seen Beth topple over the edge.

  All he could see was Beth’s pale face, her wide eyes. It became his whole world. A part of him, probably the one that held all of his humanity, switched off. His vision sharpened and purpose filled him. Beth was threatened.

  And the Arum was going to die.

  Shifting into his true form, he rushed the Arum and tackled him from behind. He heard a soft gasp, but he rolled the Arum onto his back. The air around them became charged. Reaching down, he unsheathed the obsidian blade from around his lower leg.

  The Arum struggled wildly under him, but Dawson clamped a hand around the SOB’s throat and pinned him there. Without saying a word, he plunged the blade deep into the Arum’s center.