I folded my arms over the edge of the towel. “Why does he want us there?”

“That I can’t figure out. Rolland says he can’t get a read on me, and I can’t get one on him, either.” Daemon reached behind him, picking up a long shirt. “I was able to find this for you to sleep in.”

It was a man’s shirt, and I really tried not to think about where it came from when I took it and slipped it on over my head. I shimmied out of the towel, and the shirt almost reached my knees.

“I’ll stay with you.” He rose, glancing at the door. “I don’t think that will raise any suspicions.”

Not when they thought Daemon and I were banging our brains out. My cheeks heated, even though it was stupid to be embarrassed over it, but it was like the Luxen saw me simply as Daemon’s property and nothing else.

That made me itchy in my own skin and sick to my stomach.

I climbed into the bed and rested on my side. Daemon floated around the room, checking the door and the windows even though we both knew it was pointless, and then he turned off the TV. The bed dipped behind me as his weight settled. An arm snaked around my waist, urging me against his chest and into all his warmth.

He smoothed my hair behind my ear as his breath danced along my temple. My eyes closed when his lips brushed over my skin. “We’ve been in worse situations,” he whispered. “We’ll get out of this one.”

Had we been in worse? At least with Daedalus we knew they wanted us alive. Alive to do horrible things for them, but that somehow sounded better. With the Luxen, I knew deep down they couldn’t care less if we woke up dead tomorrow.

I think Daemon realized that, too.

“We need to get out of here.” I stared into the darkness of the room. “Tomorrow, when they take us outside, it will be the perfect opportunity.”

Daemon didn’t respond, and after a few moments, I squeezed my eyes shut. Tomorrow might be our only opportunity to get out of here, but there was one big thing in our way, one thing that would stop Daemon right in his tracks.

And that was Dee.

{ Daemon }

Dawson looked as antsy as I felt standing outside the room Kat slept in. I wasn’t surprised that he’d come to find me in the early morning hours, when most, if not all, the Luxen were asleep, completely unafraid that anyone would attempt to take them out.

People always thought I was arrogant, but hell, nothing touched these Luxen.

Taking them out while they slept was something we’d discussed the first morning we realized they all seriously went nightie-night, but neither of us turned out to be that stupid. We’d be able to take some of them, but there were more than two dozen Luxen on the grounds, and it wasn’t just our lives we’d be risking.

“How is she?” Dawson asked, voice low as he nodded at the closed door.

“She finally fell asleep.” I leaned against the wall, watching the end of the hall. No one else slept up here, not even Dee, but my guard was up.

“I really am sorry. She knows that, right?” Dawson thrust a hand through his hair, grimacing. “I owe her everything, and—”

“She knows.” I shifted my weight. “You know why she was at the grocery store with Archer? Turns out they were picking up prenatal stuff for Beth.”

Blood drained from his face.

“She’s been sick, and I don’t know if it’s normal or if it’s something more.” I thought about those damn kids back at Area 51, but I doubted this was the time to ask Dawson if he knew about them and really freak him out. “Kat isn’t sure, either. None of us knows crap about pregnancy.”

He squeezed his eyes shut as he blew out a breath. “I know we can’t leave without Dee, but . . .”

But how much longer was Dawson expected to stay away from Beth, the girl he loved, the girl who was carrying his child? The girl who needed him right now more than anything?

How long could I wait?

Before Kat had ended up here, I’d been willing to stick around to find out who was leading the Luxen and how he or she planned on carrying out the ultimate strategy, because I knew Kat was safe with Luc and Archer. I’d hated not being with her, freaking drove me out of my mind not even being able to think about her out of fear the others would pick up on it.

But now?

Screw the Luxen.

Screw mankind.

I wanted Kat out. Every cell of my being demanded that I protect her, even though I knew she was hella capable of doing so herself, but I wanted her far away from here. Hell, I’d keep her in Bubble Wrap if it weren’t so damn creepy and also inconvenient, considering I had a terrible habit of obsessively popping the damn things until not a single bubble was left.

Getting her out of here was what I wanted, but I couldn’t do it. How could we leave with Dee this way? We needed to break their hold on her, but neither of us knew the magic key to doing it. And what would Kat and I be running to? What future waited for Dawson, Bethany, and . . . and their baby?

I didn’t know.

In the minutes since I’d told Dawson about Beth being sick, dark shadows of worry had blossomed under his eyes, and I wondered if I should’ve just kept that part to myself.

Pushing off the wall, I clamped a hand on my brother’s shoulder and squeezed. As our gazes locked, pressure circled like vise grips around my chest. It wasn’t the first moment the thought popped into my head. Ever since I realized Kat was going to be brought back to the compound, it had been there, on the fringes of my consciousness. I knew it was the same for Dawson.