Daimon (Guardians of Hades #6) - Felicity Heaton Page 0,79
firmer this time and he gripped her shoulders and pushed her back.
She frowned at him. “Why not?”
“Because,” he whispered, the sound tortured, distant, carrying so much pain that her temper shifted course, the spike of frustration and anger she had felt giving way to softer feelings. His eyes leaped between hers. “You are… You… can never be mine.”
Cass blinked.
That was why he had changed, going from warming towards her to cold and seeking pain? Because he thought she could never be his?
His hands trembled against her bare shoulders and his breath shook as he stared at her.
Waiting for an answer.
“What made you think that?” It wasn’t an answer, but she had to put it out there.
He turned his cheek to her. “You’re promised to another.”
His eyes brightened, dangerous white ringed with black, and he growled. His hands tightened against her shoulders, pain pricking her there in several places. She angled her head and looked at his left hand, at the icy claws that pierced her.
“Daimon?” She flinched when he snarled and pushed away from her, stalking into the house again. Cass slowly walked after him, not trusting her legs. They were stronger now, but pushing herself would only end with her hitting the ground and she needed to reach Daimon before he did something annoying like teleporting away from her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she made it to the door of the house and found him still inside. “Who am I promised to?”
She winced as she remembered he had seen the letter. For a wonderful moment, she had forgotten about that.
He growled over his shoulder at her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Well, she did. He had snooped at her things and now he was presuming things about her, things that weren’t true.
Things that were on the verge of ruining everything.
She crossed the room, caught his wrist and pulled him to face her, almost falling on her backside in the process. “I’m not promised to anyone.”
He wrenched free of her. “You are. Someone… I don’t know. The letter said it. You must return to bear a child.”
A child she didn’t want.
With a man she didn’t want.
Words bubbled up her throat, things she had only just realised but still hadn’t thought she would confess to anyone.
“Daimon.” She reached for him.
He smacked her hand away. “Don’t!”
He stormed towards the room with the king-size bed in it.
Cass transported herself there and regretted it when she landed in front of him, blocking his path as intended.
And collapsed.
Daimon was there again, catching her, cradling her to him as he looked her over and softly muttered, “We need to get you out of these wet things.”
Changeable, beautiful man.
She couldn’t keep up with him when he was like this, flitting between polar emotions. She wanted him to stay like this, soft with her, taking care of her.
Letting her be close to him.
She didn’t want him to remind her of the letter, or the fact her coven were waiting, expecting her to return.
To do the unthinkable.
She wanted to stay here, lost in Daimon, caught up in a life that felt like an impossible, but beautiful, dream.
“Warm me with a kiss,” she whispered.
He stilled, his eyes hardening again. “No. I couldn’t bear it.”
If he wouldn’t kiss her…
She looped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He responded in an instant, his cool tongue pushing past the barrier of her lips to brush the length of hers. She melted in his arms as they tightened around her, pinning her to him, leaned back and lured him down with her. Her back hit the mattress and she moaned as his weight settled on top of her and he deepened the kiss, branding his name on her soul.
Daimon eased back and looked down at her, something shining in his pale blue eyes.
What was he thinking?
He swept his right hand through her wet hair, smoothing the tangles, his look softening.
“You’re beautiful,” he husked, sorrow lacing his voice. “I wish you were mine.”
So did she.
She thought it, but she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
She raised both hands and cupped his cheeks, stared deep into his eyes and lost herself in them, drowning in the emotions they contained. There was pain there, locked deep inside.
What did he want to say but couldn’t?
Was it the same words she wanted to voice but refused to come?
“This is pointless,” he muttered instead and pressed his hands to the mattress, pushing himself up.
Cass tried to pull him back down to her so she could