Obsidian (Lux 1)

a couple of weeks I’d be starting a new school, and I knew Dee would be surrounded by friends—friends that Daemon probably approved of, which wasn’t me, because he obviously thought I was a crack dealer.

normal is so boring sometimes

I gasped.
Daemon stilled. No one moved.

“Remind me,” he paused, drawing in a stuttered gasp, “to never piss you off again. Christ, are you secretly a ninja?” I laughed and sobbed in the same breath.

. “Are you asking if I’m attracted to human girls?” he asked. Dark, wet waves of hair fell forward. Tiny droplets of water fell off the ends, splashing against my cheek. “Or are you asking if I’m attracted to you?”

“Do it.”
“Do what?”
“The alien light bulb thing,” I said.

I’d hated those looks then.
And I hated them now. There was no excuse for what I did next except that I wanted to—

“Stalking me again, I see. Do I need to get a restraining order?”
“In your dreams, Kitten.” He smirked. “Oh wait, I’m already starring in those, aren’t I?” I rolled my eyes. “Nightmares, Daemon.
Nightmares.”

“People tend to look on the beliefs of the past as being primitive and unintelligent, yet we are seeing more truth in the past every day.”

“I’ve always found that the most beautiful people, truly beautiful inside and out, are the ones who are quietly unaware of their effect.”