half wave, knowing full well that he wasn’t currently a fan of mine. “How was your meeting with Eaton?” Daemon asked of Luc.
“Enlightening,” was the response, and I almost laughed. Only Luc could sum up what we learned this morning in one word. “He dropped some pretty big news on us. Wondering if you’ve known all along.”
My chest squeezed. I hadn’t thought of that until now. What if Daemon knew about Dasher and hadn’t given us a heads-up?
Oh, things were about to get ugly if that was the case.
“I’m going to need a little more detail before I can answer that.” Daemon folded his arms.
Luc glanced at me, and I could read the question in his eyes. I even fancied that I could hear him saying, It’s up to her. If Daemon didn’t know about Dasher, Luc was giving me the choice of letting the rabid cat out of the bag.
There really wasn’t a choice to be made. Daemon needed to know who we were dealing with.
“Eaton told us who’s running the Poseidon Project, and guess who’s pretty much in control of the Daedalus now.” Tucking the hair the wind had tossed across my face back with my free hand, I braced myself for whatever reaction Daemon might have. “It’s Jason Dasher.”
Daemon went so still he could’ve been mistaken for a statue, but then he blinked and looked to Luc.
“Yeah, I thought he was dead, too,” Luc answered, his hand a warm weight around mine. “Sylvia healed him after I left.”
“How could you not know he was alive?” Daemon rang with disbelief as the pupils of his eyes turned white. “You seem to know everything else, even the stupid crap, but somehow, something as big as this, you had no idea?”
Irritation pricked at my skin like a swarm of fire ants, and I responded before Luc had a chance. “He had no idea, because they had their thoughts shielded while he was with them and my mo—” I started to correct myself, but the woman was my mother. “My mom had to have buried the truth so deep that Luc couldn’t get to it. From what Eaton told us, she and Jason would’ve been extremely skilled at blocking their thoughts since they’d helped create the Origins, but you probably already know that little factoid, and I sincerely doubt you think Luc would keep something like that from everyone.”
Dragging his teeth over his lower lip, Luc dipped his chin. He looked like he was trying not to smile or laugh, and I didn’t know what he’d found so funny.
“What?” I demanded, staring at him.
“Nothing.” His lips twitched as he glanced at Daemon. “She told you, didn’t she?”
“Yeah.” Amusement flickered across Daemon’s striking features. “She did.”
“Sorry,” I lied. “I didn’t like your tone.”
“I apologize for said tone.” Daemon bowed his head ever so slightly. “I’m just a little shocked. If I’d known he was alive, I would’ve hunted that bastard down.”
Knowing what I did about Daemon’s and Kat’s time within the Daedalus, I didn’t for one second think that was an empty threat.
“Why did Eaton keep that to himself?” The light behind Daemon’s pupils began to fade. “Why wouldn’t he tell us?”
That was something neither of us could answer.
A breeze carrying the scent of apples caught my hair again, whipping it around my face as Daemon looked over his shoulder, back to the house. “I don’t want Kat to know,” he said, focusing on us once more. “Not until after she has the baby. She doesn’t need any extra stress right now.”
“Agreed.” Luc’s gaze landed on the house. “She looks like she’s about to give birth any second now.”
“She’s past due. Vivien said that’s normal, but…” Daemon’s shoulders tightened, and I assumed Vivien might’ve been one of the few doctors that were here. Concern bled into the air. “But if she goes too long, we’re going to have to induce, and we don’t have the best setup for that.”
My stomach sank. “Do you have that medication that will do that?”
Daemon’s stunning emerald gaze moved to mine. “We do biweekly runs for goods and supplies. We’ve scavenged all that can be from Houston, but luckily for us, lots of meds were left behind. The problem is many of them require certain administrative mechanisms that require a pretty steady flow of electricity, and we have to be careful on how often we power things up here.”
That made sense. They wouldn’t want to end up drawing attention.
“We need an easy-as-possible birth,” Daemon added, unfolding his