We walked farther into the house, making no sound as we passed the doorway to the empty living room. I looked up the stairwell and then down the hall, toward the laundry room. The memory of dancing in my socks and falling on my butt when Daemon had let himself in, surprising me, rushed over me. The breath I took was too shaky. So many memories. They hurt in a good and bad way, wholly bittersweet. Daemon gently squeezed the back of my neck, and then we entered the dining room. From where we stood, I could see the kitchen.
My heart stopped in my chest and then sped up.
Daemon’s hand tightened.
I saw her—I saw Mom.
She was standing at the sink, her back to us, and oh my God, it was her—shiny blond hair pulled up in a neat bun at the back of her head. She wasn’t wearing scrubs, but dark jeans and a light sweater. Tears spilled out of my eyes. I couldn’t stop them.
“Mom?” My voice cracked.
Her spine stiffened for a second and I started forward, done with the pretenses. Daemon grabbed at me, but I was fast when I needed to be, and I broke free.
Mom turned.
She was here. She was okay. She was alive.
“Kat!” Daemon shouted.
In a blur of tears I couldn’t even see through, I was an emotional melting pot as I raced across the kitchen, around the table, reaching her in seconds, and I got all grabby, wrapping my arms around her. “Mom!”
I held her tight, inhaling the scent of her perfume and letting it wash over me, easing some of the knots in my—
Suddenly, arms were around my waist and I was hauled back against a hard chest and stomach. My brain raced. I didn’t understand what was happening. Then my feet were skidding across the floor as I was shoved behind Daemon. He kept his arm out, backing me up.
“Daemon, stop.” I struggled to get around him, knowing I was supposed to play it cool, but this was different. No one was in here but us. We were okay and I wanted my mom.
“Katy.” Daemon spoke my name, and the hoarseness of it, the way it seemed to punch out of him, caused me to go very still.
I lifted my head, breathing heavily as I peered around Daemon and . . . and I got a look at Mom, a real good look.
My whole world imploded—shattered into broken little pieces that were jagged and cut deep, slicing my insides into shreds and ripping me apart.
Her eyes—they were a bright, unnatural blue.
So blue that they looked like two polished sapphires, and Mom’s eyes . . . they should’ve been hazel, more green than brown, depending on her mood.
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “No. No.”
Mom tilted her head to the side as she looked from me to Daemon, and then she moved her lips into a smile that lacked any warmth. “We’ve been waiting for you.”
No. No. No.
I wrenched free of Daemon, backing up as I stared at Mom—no, not Mom. This wasn’t Mom. It wasn’t her. The cold blue eyes followed my movements and her lips continued to curl up as she watched me with such apathy I could taste it.
“No.” My voice was a broken record. It was all I could say as my chest split right open when the horror of the reality set in.
Mom wasn’t here.
She would never be here. Never again.
Because she had been assimilated. Mom was gone. Forever.
{ Daemon }
I should’ve known.
In the back of my head, that was all I could think. I should’ve known that this was possible. That the invading Luxen would get to Kat’s mom and do something so horrific in hopes that Kat or I or someone would come back here. Or maybe they hadn’t really been waiting for us but had done this just to be cruel, because Ethan would’ve known Kat’s mom, would’ve foreseen what it would’ve done.
The moment Kat’s heart broke open, I felt it in my chest like it had been my own, and I’d experienced that kind of raw pain before when I was told that Dawson had died. I’d never wanted her to go through what she was feeling, but there was no stopping it.
Her eyes were wide as she stumbled back, bouncing into the wall like she didn’t even know it was there, and she kept saying the same word over and over again.
No.
Tears streamed down her face as she raised her hands, like she wanted to fend off reality, hold it back. Then she doubled over, folding her arms around her midsection.
My gaze swung on the Luxen standing at the sink, smiling coldly as she watched Kat lose it. The bastards did this to her.
Rage lit me up from the inside, infusing every cell in my body. I didn’t use the gun—the shot, the sound of it was too wrong to use in this situation, because even though this wasn’t her mom, she looked like her. The female in front of me recognized what was about to happen a second too late. She started to shift as I let the fury go and a blast of the Source smacked into her chest, spinning her against the counter. She gripped the sink, staggered, but I let go another bolt and it hit the back of her head.
The Luxen’s light flared a bright white once, and then twice, before dulling like a lightbulb going out. She fell over a bag of potatoes, smacking on the floor with a heavy thud. In her true form, the last of the light faded out of the network of veins, leaving behind a shell of a humanoid form.
Kat dropped to her knees, crying out as she dipped her chin against her chest.
I whipped toward her. “Katy . . . baby, I’m . . .” There really were no words except: “I’m so . . . so sorry.”
She moved suddenly, planting her hands against the kitchen floor. Throwing back her head, she screamed, and that sound was full of sorrow and heartbreak.
It started as a low tremble under my feet and then increased, shaking the kitchen table and rattling the plates and cups in the cabinets. Then it was a rumble, causing the house to groan and small clouds of dust to drop from the ceiling. The table scuttled over the floor. A chair toppled over and then another. Somewhere in the living room, a window shattered.