If she thought I wasn’t going to try to convince her otherwise, she was also out of her mind. Plans were made to start after school tomorrow if it didn’t snow, and then to make sure that Kat got to do what she wanted this evening, I ushered her outside and next door.
And of course, I wanted to talk to her.
She walked into the kitchen, placing her book bag on the counter. “Milk?”
“Yes, please, and thank you.”
Kat pursed her lips, but grabbed a glass of milk for me. “Huh.”
I downed the entire glass. “Can we talk about this?”
She hopped up on the counter and opened her bag, pulling out a textbook. “Nope.”
My brows rose. “Kat.”
“Hmm?” She flipped open to a chapter.
Stalking over to her, I placed my hands on either side of her crossed legs. “I can’t watch you get hurt over and over again.”
Ignoring me, she reached into her bag and dug out a highlighter. Okay. I saw how this was going to go, but I wasn’t giving up easily. “Seeing what happened last night and when Will had you handcuffed in that stuff? And I’m supposed to just stand there?” I watched her highlight a sentence. “Are you listening to me?”
Her hand stilled. “I’m listening.”
“Then look at me.”
Thick lashes lifted, revealing steely gray eyes. “I’m looking at you.”
I scowled.
Sighing, she popped the cap back on the highlighter. “Okay. I don’t want to see you in pain.”
What the hell? “Kat—”
“No. Don’t interrupt. I don’t want to see you in pain, and just thinking about you going through what that feels like makes me want to hurl.”
“I can handle it.”
Our eyes locked. “I know you can, but that doesn’t change how horrible it’s going to be to see you go through that,” she said patiently. “But I’m not asking you not to do it.”
Hell.
I saw what she did there.
Pushing off the counter, I pivoted as I dragged my hand through my hair. Kat placed her book aside and hopped off the counter. “I don’t want to argue with you, Daemon, but you can’t say it’s okay for me to watch you go through this and not you.” She came to where I stood and wrapped her arms around my waist. “I know this is coming from a good place, but just because it’s getting ugly, I can’t back out. And you know you’re not going to. It’s only fair.”
Hell.
“I hate your logic.” I placed my hands on hers, though. The idea of seeing her repeatedly in pain made me sick, just like it made her ill, but I…I had to let her make her own decisions. Shit. I hated it. But I couldn’t control her. “And I’m really going to hate this.”
Kat squeezed me.
“The only good thing is that I’m going to hold Buff down and make him kiss onyx over and over again,” I said after a moment.
She choked out a laugh. “You’re sadistic.”
“And you need to study, right?” I asked. “It’s school time management—not Daemon time management, which blows, because we’re alone and it requires more effort for them to interrupt us over here.”
She pulled free. “Yeah, I need to study.”
I stuck out my lower lip. “All right, I’m leaving.”
Kat looped her arm around mine and led me to the front door. “I’ll text when I’m done, and you can come over and tuck me in.”
I was going to do much more than tuck her in, because her momma was working. “’Kay.” I kissed the top of her head. “I’ll be waiting.”
Kat wiggled her fingers bye as I headed back out into the chilly late-afternoon air. As I stepped off the porch, I saw that Matthew’s and Andrew’s cars were gone. Blake had left when I’d escorted Kat to her house. I walked past my car, stopping when I saw an odd glint along the driver’s door. What in the hell? Was that a scratch?
I stalked over to the side and ran my fingers over the thin white line that stretched from the handle to the center of the door. When I realized it was just dust from the salt on the road, I smiled. I was going to need to wash my baby soon.
Wheeling around, I started back to my house. I was halfway there when I felt my heart rate unexpectedly kick up, skyrocketing into what I imagined a heart attack felt like. Tensing, I pivoted on my heel and my gaze flickered up.
The window of Kat’s bedroom lit up with a flash of intense white light tinged in red. There was another flash and another. Shit. Energy burst through me as I raced over to her house. Throwing open the front door, I flew upstairs, reaching her bedroom in a second.
I came to a complete stop, my mouth dropping open as I stared at the catastrophe that was her bedroom. Papers were everywhere. Books lined the floor, some torn apart. Others burned. The mattress was on its side and her desk chair flipped over. Smoke wafted from her—oh no, her new laptop.
Kat stood in the center of the mess, among a pile of clothes, her hair windblown. Blood trickled out of the corner of her mouth. Red splotches, like strawberries, marked her cheeks.