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look I’d worn after my dad passed away from cancer.
    “He’s not going to be the only one we lose,” Andrew continued, voice hoarse. “You know that, but do you care? No. Humans are ultimately the most selfish life-form there is. And don’t try to pretend you’re any better. If you were, you would’ve stayed away from Dee in the beginning. You would’ve never gotten attacked, and Daemon would’ve never had to heal you. None of this would’ve happened. It’s your fault. It’s on your head.”
    …
     
    Yeah, the rest of my day sort of sucked. I was worried about what Dawson had done that required Daemon to chase after him all day and feared the DOD was waiting to bring us all in. On top of that, I was freaking out over whatever Will had up his sleeve, and after that conversation with Andrew, I felt like I needed to crawl under my blankets.
    And I did for about an hour. My self-pity always had a time limit because I usually got annoyed with myself.
    Pulling my head out of my rear, I cracked open my laptop and started doing some reviews. Since I’d been snowed in and Daemon had mostly been busy with Dawson, I’d gotten four books read. Not my all-time high score, but pretty good considering I’d been slacking like a mofo on the reviews.
    It always felt good typing up a review on a book I enjoyed and I went all out, finding bizarre pictures to emphasize the wow factor. I preferred ones with cute kittens and llamas. And Dean Winchester. Hitting ‘publish post’ cracked a smile.
    One down, three more to go.
    I spent the rest of the day spewing out reviews and then stalking a few of my favorite bloggers. One of them had a header on their blog I’d do terrible things for. I was never that good at web design, which explained my less than stellar background.
    After a quick run to the grocery store with Mom and dinner, I was about to start a manhunt for Daemon when I felt a warm tingle along the back of my neck.
    I shot from the kitchen, nearly barreling through a startled Mom. I whipped open the door an instant after Daemon knocked and then threw myself—literally—into his not-so-waiting arms.
    Unprepared for my attack, he stumbled back a step. But then he laughed deeply against the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me. I held on, squeezing the hell out of his shoulders, and we were so tightly pressed against each other that I could feel his heart picking up as fast as mine.
    “Kitten,” he murmured. “You know how much I like it when you say hi this way.”
    Head buried in the space between his neck and shoulder, which smelled like spice and male, I murmured something unintelligible.
    Daemon lifted me clear off my feet. “You’ve been worried, haven’t you?”
    “Mmm-hmm.” Then I remembered how much I’d been worried all freaking day. I broke free and smacked his chest. Very, very hard.
    “Ouch!” He grinned, though, as he rubbed his chest. “What was that for?”
    I folded my arms and tried to keep my voice low. “Have you heard of a cell phone?”
    He arched his brow. “Why, yes, it’s this small thing that has all these cool apps on it—”
    “Then why didn’t you have it on you today?” I interrupted.
    Leaning down, his lips grazed my cheek as he spoke, sending shivers through me. Not fair. “Going in and out of my true form all day kind of kills the electronics.”
    Oh. Well, I hadn’t thought of that. “You should’ve checked in, though. I thought…”
    “You thought what?”
    I gave him a Do I really need to explain it? look.
    The twinkling in Daemon’s eyes faded. Placing his hands on my cheeks, he brought his lips to mine, kissing me sweetly. When he spoke, he kept his voice low. “Kitten, nothing’s going to happen to me. I’m the last person you need to worry about.”
    I closed my eyes, breathing in his warmth. “See, that’s possibly the stupidest thing you’ve ever said.”
    “For real? I say a lot of stupid things.”
    “I know. So that’s saying