“No.” My voice was a broken record. It was all I could say as my chest split right open when the horror of the reality set in.

Mom wasn’t here.

She would never be here. Never again.

Because she had been assimilated. Mom was gone. Forever.

{ Daemon }

I should’ve known.

In the back of my head, that was all I could think. I should’ve known that this was possible. That the invading Luxen would get to Kat’s mom and do something so horrific in hopes that Kat or I or someone would come back here. Or maybe they hadn’t really been waiting for us but had done this just to be cruel, because Ethan would’ve known Kat’s mom, would’ve foreseen what it would’ve done.

The moment Kat’s heart broke open, I felt it in my chest like it had been my own, and I’d experienced that kind of raw pain before when I was told that Dawson had died. I’d never wanted her to go through what she was feeling, but there was no stopping it.

Her eyes were wide as she stumbled back, bouncing into the wall like she didn’t even know it was there, and she kept saying the same word over and over again.

No.

Tears streamed down her face as she raised her hands, like she wanted to fend off reality, hold it back. Then she doubled over, folding her arms around her midsection.

My gaze swung on the Luxen standing at the sink, smiling coldly as she watched Kat lose it. The bastards did this to her.

Rage lit me up from the inside, infusing every cell in my body. I didn’t use the gun—the shot, the sound of it was too wrong to use in this situation, because even though this wasn’t her mom, she looked like her. The female in front of me recognized what was about to happen a second too late. She started to shift as I let the fury go and a blast of the Source smacked into her chest, spinning her against the counter. She gripped the sink, staggered, but I let go another bolt and it hit the back of her head.

The Luxen’s light flared a bright white once, and then twice, before dulling like a lightbulb going out. She fell over a bag of potatoes, smacking on the floor with a heavy thud. In her true form, the last of the light faded out of the network of veins, leaving behind a shell of a humanoid form.

Kat dropped to her knees, crying out as she dipped her chin against her chest.

I whipped toward her. “Katy . . . baby, I’m . . .” There really were no words except: “I’m so . . . so sorry.”

She moved suddenly, planting her hands against the kitchen floor. Throwing back her head, she screamed, and that sound was full of sorrow and heartbreak.

It started as a low tremble under my feet and then increased, shaking the kitchen table and rattling the plates and cups in the cabinets. Then it was a rumble, causing the house to groan and small clouds of dust to drop from the ceiling. The table scuttled over the floor. A chair toppled over and then another. Somewhere in the living room, a window shattered.

Kat was going to bring the house down.

“Shit.”

I dropped to her side, folding my arms around her and gathering her close. Her entire body shook as I sat back, landing on my ass. I pulled her into my lap, thrusting a hand into her hair, pressing her face against my chest. It did nothing to muffle the powerful sobs racking her entire body.

God, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know how to ease this, which was the only thing I cared about at the moment.

“Baby, it’s going to be okay,” I said into the top of her head. “I’m here, Kitten. I got you. I’m here.”

There was no sign that she heard me as she burrowed into me, her chest rising and falling sharply, her pulse pounding way too fast. She curled into herself, her cries ragged and broken-sounding, tearing me up.

I should’ve known.

But there had been no way to decipher the presence of a Luxen in here or outside. Others would be coming, but all I could do was hold her, getting her as close as possible as I glanced at the ceiling. A crack had opened, cutting across the middle of the ceiling, but the house had settled, aside from a slight shiver of the foundation every few seconds.

I smoothed my hand up and down her back and pressed a kiss to the top of her head despite the feeling of another Luxen drawing close. When the front door slammed, I heard Dee calling out my name.

“In here.”

Kat was still shaking in my arms, and while her sobs had quieted down, the burst of raw emotion was nowhere near over.

“What’s going on . . . ?” Dee skidded to a halt outside of the kitchen, in the hall. Her gaze darted from the dead Luxen to where we sat on the floor. “Kat?”

Archer was behind her, curling a hand over her shoulder. He picked up on what had gone down here as I returned my attention to Kat. Curving my one hand along the back of her head, I lowered mine to rest on top of hers and just held on.

I knew the moment Archer told Dee what happened, because she cried out and then she was behind Kat, placing her hands on her, trying to wiggle her way in, but I couldn’t let Kat go.

“We felt the house shaking,” Dee said as her eyes met mine over Kat’s head. “I know I shouldn’t have come over here. That wasn’t the plan, but I was worried.”

The plan was out the window. There was no way I could continue to go through with any of this after what had just happened. I couldn’t treat her like I would need to. I had to get her out of here.

“Screw this,” Archer said in a gruff voice, echoing my thoughts. “We need to get out of here, get someplace safe and regroup. We can’t . . .”