Why I hadn’t crawled over the center console and into his lap yet? Because damn if I was wondering that very thing, but the car was way too small for those kinds of shenanigans. I cleared my throat. “What?”
Daemon leaned back against the seat, watching the snow just like I was. “If the DOD knows what we can do, then none of us are really safe. Not that we’ve ever been safe, but this changes everything.” He turned his head toward me. “I don’t think I said thank you.”
“For what?”
“For telling me about Bethany.” He paused, a tight smile pulling at his lips.
“You needed to know. I would—wait.” Two headlights turned onto the street. It was at least the fifth one, but it was from an SUV. “We’ve got one.”
Daemon’s eyes narrowed. “It’s an Expedition.”
We watched the black Expedition slow down and pull into the driveway of a single-story home two houses in. Even though the windows in our car were tinted, I wanted to slide down in the seat and hide my face. The driver’s door opened and Vaughn stepped out, frowning at the sky as if it dared to annoy him by snowing. Another car door closed and a figure moved into the light.
“Dammit,” Daemon said. “Nancy’s with him.”
“Well, you weren’t really planning on talking to him, were you?”
“Yeah, I kind of was.”
Dumbfounded, I shook my head. “That’s insane. What were you going to do? Bust up in his house and demand answers?” When he nodded, I gaped. “Then what next?”
“Another thing I hadn’t fully worked out yet.”
“Geez,” I muttered. “You suck at this whole spy thing.”
Daemon chuckled. “Well, we can’t do anything tonight. If one of them went missing it probably wouldn’t be such a huge deal, but two of them would raise too many questions.”
My stomach churned as I watched the agents disappear into the house. A light turned on inside, and a slender figure moved in front of the window, drawing the curtains closed. “Huh. Private bunch, aren’t they?”
“Maybe they’re getting some bow-chicka-pow-wow.”
I looked at him. “Ew.”
He flashed his teeth. “She’s definitely not my type.” His gaze dropped to my lips, and parts of me quivered in response to the heat in his gaze. “But now I totally have that on my mind.”
I was breathless. “You’re a dog.”
“If you pet me, I’ll—”
“Don’t even finish that sentence,” I said, fighting a grin. Smiling only encouraged him, and he needed no extra reason to be a terror. “And knock the innocent look off your face. I so know—”
The obsidian flared quickly, heating up my sweater and chest like someone placed a hot coal against my skin. I yelped and jerked in my seat, banging my head on the roof.
“What?”
“An Arum,” I gasped. “An Arum is nearby! You don’t have any obsidian on you?”
Alert and tense, he scanned the dark road. “No. I left it in my car.”
I stared at him, shocked. “Seriously? You left the one thing that kills your enemy in your car?”
“It’s not like I need it to kill them. Stay here.” He started to open the door, but I grabbed his arm. “What?”
“You can’t get out of the car. We’re right in front of their house! They’ll see you.” I ignored the rising fear that always came with the Arum. “Are we still close enough to the Rocks?”
“Yes,” he growled. “They protect us for about fifty miles in every direction.”
“Then just sit still.”
He looked like he didn’t understand the concept, but he took his hand off the door and sat back. A few seconds later, a shadow moved up the street, darker than the night itself. It glided to the curb, drifting over the lawns coated with a thin layer of snow, stopping in front of Vaughn’s house.
“What the hell?” Daemon placed his hands on the dashboard.
The Arum took form, right there, out in the open. He was dressed like the ones we’d faced in the past: dark pants, black jacket, but no sunglasses. His pale blond hair moved slightly as he stepped up to the front door and pressed his finger on the doorbell.
Vaughn answered the door and grimaced. His mouth moved, but I couldn’t make out what he said. Then he stepped to the side, letting the Arum enter his house.
“Holy monkey balls,” I said, eyes wide. “That did not just happen.”
Daemon sat back, his voice tight with fury when he spoke. “That did. And I think we’ve discovered how the DOD knows what we’re capable of.”
Mind reeling, I stared at him. “The DOD and the Arum are working together? Sweet alien baby… Why?”
His brows puckered, and he shook his head. “Vaughn said a name—Residon. Read his lips.”
This new development was so not good. “What do we do now?”
“What I want to do is blow up their house, but that would draw too much attention.”
I pursed my lips. “No doubt.”
“We need to go see Matthew. Now.”
…
Matthew lived farther out in the boondocks than we did, and if the snow kept coming down, I had no idea how I was going to get Mom’s car home. His house was a large cabin built into the side of a mountain. I carefully made my way up his steep, graveled driveway that my mom’s Prius wouldn’t dare conquer.
“If you fall and break something, I’m going to be irritated.” Daemon grabbed my arm as I started to slip.