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 shoved 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.”