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His words startled me. Hadn’t Jude said almost the exact same thing to me once? Back when Daniel first returned to town and Jude had wanted me to stay away from him.
“Worried about what? Tell me, please?”
Daniel gripped the handlebars of his bike. The engine rumbled between us. He leaned his head back and stared up at the crescent moon hanging in the sky, his deep, dark, mud-pie eyes unblinking. The walnut tree—illuminated by the porch light—just beyond him made the perfect background for his silhouette. If this had been any other moment, I would’ve pulled out my sketch pad to capture the beauty of the image. But now, seeing Daniel this way only made my heart ache for him.
I bit the inside of my lip. “I know something’s wrong, Daniel. Beyond lying to me, I can see it in your eyes. You look like you did that night when I kissed you for the first time under the walnut tree. The night I told you I loved you, and you ran away because you thought you could never ask me to save you.”
Daniel closed his eyes. I swear sometimes he looked just like an angel.
“But I did save you. In all of this pain we’ve been through, that’s the one thing that’s made it worth it.” I touched his shoulder. “So what’s going on?
Why don’t you want me to train anymore? And where were you the other night? What happened that you think you can’t tell me?”
Daniel shook off my touch. “Do you think I had something to do with hurting that Tyler kid? Is that what you think?”
“No. That thought never once crossed my mind.” I held my hands out by my sides. “But I know you weren’t home watching TV like you told the police. And I saw a motorcycle just like yours outside a bar downtown when I was on my way home from The Depot. It was a place called Knuckle
Grinders, I think.”
Daniel flashed a look in my direction. Did he know exactly what I was talking about?
“Why would you tell me you’re sick and then go to a bar? Do you have any idea how worried that makes me?” I’d defended him with April—said he wouldn’t go back to who he used to be—but I almost didn’t know what to think anymore.
“I was looking for information,” Daniel said.
“About Jude?” Relief washed through me. “Why wouldn’t you just tell me that?”
Daniel bowed his head and closed his eyes again. He looked almost like he was praying. After a moment he let out a long breath and dropped his hands from the handlebars. He looked at me with his dark eyes and swallowed hard. “All I’ve ever wanted is a normal life, Grace. You know that.
I want a normal family. I want Trenton. I want you and me, and a normal future.”
“I know, Daniel.…”
The only problem was that I didn’t know how I fit into Daniel’s picture of normalcy. Not anymore, anyway. Not with my messed-up family. Not with my close-to-zero odds of going to college. And especially not with my superpowers, which weren’t just going to go away. Daniel could never have a normal life with me. He’d need someone like Katie Summers for that.
“Then you can understand why I want you to drop all this nonsense about being a Hound of Heaven,” he said.
“But what I don’t get is why you wanted me to start training in the first place. You’re the one who made me think I could be a hero. You started me on this path.”
“I was just trying to make the best of a bad situation. But I was wrong, Grace. Gabriel is right. It’s too dangerous. I couldn’t stand losing you to the curse.”
“But you’re not going to lose me. I’m not going to change. And even if I did, you could save me. There is a cure—”
“But what if it didn’t work? It’s not a fail-safe. You can’t go about this thinking it isn’t a big deal if you change into a werewolf. There might not be a way back from that.” Daniel brushed his hand through his shaggy blond hair. “And it’s far too dangerous anyway. I don’t know what I was thinking.
You’re no match for a demon.…”
Was that why he’d been acting so weird since the fight with Pete? I wasn’t able to fight back then, so now Daniel didn’t think I was capable anymore?
I was itching once again to tell him about the alley. About how I took down that Gelal in a matter of seconds. The only problem was that that story also involved a gun being pointed at my head.… But he had to know what I was really capable of.
Before I could say anything more, Daniel reached out and took my hand in his. “Gracie, all I want is for us to have a normal future—together. I don’t know if that’s possible. I don’t know if the universe will let me have it. I don’t know if I even deserve it.” He slipped his fingers between mine.
“But I’m sure as hell going to try to get it.”
I looked down at our entwined hands. How could I tell him about Talbot now?
“Trenton applications are due in a month,” Daniel said. “Have you even looked at yours?”
I shook my head. “No, I’ve been too busy …” With everything he thought I shouldn’t be doing.
Daniel let go of my hand. He brushed my cheek with his fingers and then drew my face closer to his. He touched our foreheads together. “Will you do this for me, Grace? Can you forget about all this hero stuff before you get hurt? Let your dad and Gabriel be the ones who look for Jude? And let me help you get your Trenton application together?” He shifted his head slightly and brushed his lips against mine. His touch was as intoxicating as always. “Please, Gracie,” he whispered against my mouth. “My future means nothing without you.”
“Okay,” I said. “But you know I don’t make promises.”
Daniel laughed slightly. “Yes, I know. But I’ll settle for your ‘okay.’ ”
I found myself clutching my moonstone necklace as his lips melted against mine. His kiss made my legs ache like they did when I needed a good run. Every tingling cell in my body wanted me to climb onto Daniel’s lap on that bike, but he pulled away after a moment.
“I should go,” he said. “I’ve got homework and stuff.” He really was taking this college thing seriously. “At least look over that application tonight, okay?”
I nodded. I watched from the porch as he drove away, and then I went into the house.
LATER THAT NIGHT
I sat at the kitchen table with a plate of untouched leftovers pushed aside and my Trenton application spread out in front of me. I’d dug it out of my backpack, where it had been since I’d gotten it from Barlow last week, and broken the seal on the envelope. Mom’s evening-news ritual played out in the background as I looked over the requirements: portfolio of twenty-one works in at least three different mediums, two letters of recommendation, an application that would span the length of Dad’s car if you lined the papers up end to end, and two essays.
“Ah, Trenton,” Dad said as he came up to the table. “Application time already, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Dad picked up a page of the application and scanned through it. He made a low whistling noise. “Tuition has really gone up, hasn’t it?”
I nodded. “There’s something about financial-aid forms on their website. Daniel for sure qualifies, but I don’t think I do.”
“Hmm.” Dad put down the application. “We’ll figure something out. Your mom used to save part of her paycheck each month for you kids. We’ve had to dip into it a bit lately, but with Jude gone …”
Mom clicked up the TV’s volume. Apparently, we were being too loud for her.
Dad leaned in close to my ear. “Was she like this the whole time I was gone?”
“On and off,” I said. “Worse sometimes. At least she ate some of her dinner tonight.”
“Might be time to consult Dr. Connors again.”
The TV volume went up another couple of decibels. I rubbed behind one of my ears.