I couldn’t finish those words, and I saw the flash of understanding in her steely gray eyes. I could kill—I had killed. I never, ever wanted her to be in the situation where she would have to make that choice.
Without breaking eye contact, she placed her cool hands on my cheeks. My skin hummed in response. My eyes widened as she leaned in. My lungs stopped working. The gray softened before she closed her eyes, and then she brushed her lips over mine, shocking me straight to my core.
“Kitten,” I said, voice rough with emotion.
Her hands slid into my hair as she kissed me. It was soft. Hesitant. So damn tender, and it felt like forever since I waited for this moment—for her to make the move. And it was forever. A first. This was all Kat, and there was nothing sweeter. She pulled back, her fingers still sifting through my hair.
“Kitten,” I repeated. “You don’t get to do that and then stop. That’s not how it works. Not when you’re mine.” I backed up until I hit the wall. Sliding down, I pulled her onto my lap, her knees on either side of my hips. “And you’re mine.”
She dropped her hands to my shoulders as I brought her mouth to mine. The kiss was slow at first, and I dragged it out for all it was worth, savoring the taste of her. Kat was the one to take it to the next level, moving her tongue along the seam of my mouth. She was the one who deepened it.
I groaned low in my throat and my arms tightened around her, drawing her in so there was no space between our chests. Her hands were on the move, slipping over my shoulders, up the back of my neck. I cradled the back of her head, drawing soft gasps out of her. Lust and something far deeper slammed into me. I threw what I felt into that kiss, and she shuddered against me.
Kat slowly broke the kiss, breathing heavily as she rose onto her knees. “Wait. Wait. Important stuff.”
I grabbed her hips, pulling her down against me. I knew my eyes were glowing. The whole room was tinted in white. “This is important.”
Most important damn thing ever.
“I know.” Her back arched as I glided my fingers under the hem of her tank top, brushing the tips of my fingers along her smooth skin. “But this is really important. I found something in Vaughn’s house.”
My hands stilled. “You went inside Vaughn’s house?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I went into his house.”
“Are you a career criminal?” I asked, and she shook her head. “I’m curious how you got into his house, Kitten.”
She bit down on her lip. “I unlocked the door.”
“With what…?”
“The same way you would.”
My eye was starting to twitch. “You shouldn’t be doing things like that.”
Kat started to wiggle around, and I stopped her, because seriously, she was in my lap and that movement was so not helping anything at the moment. “I found stuff. And I also met someone.” She started to get up, but I folded my arms around her. “Are you going to let me go?”
I smiled tightly. “Nope.”
She sighed and folded her hands in the space between us. “They’ve been watching us, Daemon. From the moment I moved here.”
What in the actual hell?
“But that’s not all. Bethany showed up.”
“What?” I rose swiftly, settling her on her feet. My head was everywhere. The bitter tang of fear for her still lingered, not completely overshadowed by her kiss, and now this? Needing space, I backed up. “Did she talk to you about Dawson?”
“Ah, see, she’s not…well, she didn’t respond well to his name.”
“Explain.”
“She kind of went alien ninja on my butt.” Grabbing a rubber band out of her pocket, she twisted her hair up in a messy knot. “She threw me against the wall.”
My brows shot up in interest. Well then…
She rolled her eyes. “Not in that way, you perv. She’s like a souped-up freakin’ mutant. She even did the whole glowworm thing, too.”
Lifting my fingers, I rubbed my chin. “Did she tell you anything useful?”
“She demanded to know why I was there, and then she said I shouldn’t be there. That I needed to leave here and take my chances outside the protection of the beta quartz. I asked her why she was in his house, and all she said was that she kept escaping him. I’m guessing Vaughn? She said they were coming, but she didn’t make a lot of sense, Daemon. I think she’s cracked. And she flipped out when I mentioned Dawson. She didn’t give me much of a chance to push the questioning. She removed me from the house.”
“Dammit.” I turned sideways, hands clenching. “Besides getting a hold of one of the DOD officers, she was my last hope to find out where Dawson could be.”
“I did find something else.” She dug into her pocket, pulling out the scrap of paper. “I found this.”
I took what appeared to be a money transfer slip. The amount was freaking astronomical. An address was scribbled on it, along with the letters DB.
“Do you think DB stands for Dawson Black?” she asked.
“It could.” I clenched the paper tight. “Can I use your laptop? I want to see where this address goes.”