"Nothing." Kat offered her an encouraging smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'm going to go make a call, okay?"
"Sure."
Cassandra went to her room, and did her best not to relive the night her mother had died. There had been a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach all day long. Just like she had now.
She wasn't safe. No Daimon had ever attacked the way they did tonight.
The Daimons at the club hadn't come out to feed or to play. They had been specially trained and had come out as if they had known exactly where she was.
Who she was.
But how?
Could they find her even now?
Terror filled her. She went to her dresser and pulled open the top drawer. In it was a small arsenal of weapons, including the dagger of her mother's people that had been handed down to her.
She didn't know how many people had a dagger for a security blanket, but then there weren't many people who grew up the way she had either.
She secured the sheath to her waist and hid it at the base of her spine. Her death might be imminent in a few months, but she had no intention of dying one day sooner than she had to.
A knock sounded on her front door.
Cautiously, she left her room and walked into the living room, expecting to see Kat in there curious about their unannounced visitor too.
Kat wasn't there.
"Kat?" she called, taking a step toward Kat's room.
No one answered.
"Kat?"
The knocking continued, more demanding than it had been before.
Scared now, she went to Kat's room and pushed open the door. The room was empty. Completely. There was no sign that Kat had ever been in there.
Her heart hammered. Maybe Kat had gone out to the car for something and gotten locked out?
She went back to the door. "Kat, is that you?"
"Yeah, let me in."
Cassandra laughed nervously at her stupid behavior and swung open the door.
It wasn't Kat outside.
The dark-haired Daimon smiled at her. "Did you miss me, princess?" he said in a voice identical to Kat's.
She couldn't believe this. It couldn't be real. This kind of stuff happened in movies, not in real life.
"What are you, the friggin' Terminator?"
"No," he said calmly in his own voice. "I'm the Harbinger who is merely preparing the way for the Destroyer."
He reached for her.
Cassandra stepped back. He couldn't enter the house without an invitation. Reaching behind her, she pulled out her dagger and sliced his arm.