Read Online Shadows by Jennifer L. Armentrout - Free Book Online

throat, wanting to kick himself. “I’m glad you came.”
    Her eyes darted back to his. “Me, too.”
    The waitress appeared, saving them from the awkward silence while they placed their drink orders. “Do you come here often?” she asked once the waitress left.
    Dawson nodded. “We come about twice a week.”
    “Your brother and sister?”
    “Yeah, Dee and I come every Thursday, and the three of us come every Wednesday.” He laughed. “It’s kind of bad how often we eat here, actually.”
    “Do your parents not cook a lot?”
    Ah, a bomb of a question, considering their parents passed away before any of them knew what they looked like. “No, they don’t cook.”
    The waitress was back, sliding their glasses across the table. An oven-baked pizza, extra green peppers, light on sauce, was ordered, along with breadsticks.
    Bethany fiddled with the straw, folding it into little squares so that it looked like an accordion when she was done. “I swear, my mom lives to bake. Every day I come home, there’re cookies, fresh bread, or some kind of cake.”
    An unfamiliar, deep sense of yearning built in his chest. What would it be like to have a mom and dad to go home to? All they had was Matthew, not that he was chopped liver or anything, but he didn’t even live with them. At least not since they were thirteen and deemed mature enough to get by on their own. Matthew probably would have kept them with him forever, but Daemon had needed space of his own.
    “That…has to be nice,” he said.
    “It is.” She twirled the straw around, knocking the ice cubes against the glass. “She cooks more now, since Dad is gone most of the week and her brother is staying with us. Food is her coping mechanism.”
    Remembering what she’d said about the man, he felt for her. Luxen didn’t get sick. Like, ever. “How is he doing?”
    “Better. He just looks…worse than how he feels, I think.” A half smile appeared as she watched the ice cubes dance. “I feel bad, because I don’t know what to say to him. Like I barely know him and he’s going through this…life-altering event, and whatever I say just sounds lame.”
    “I’m sure he appreciates you just being there.”
    “You think?” Hope sparkled in her tone.
    “Yeah, I do.” Wanting to reassure her, he reached across the table and placed his hand over her free one.
    A shock passed through their hands, and Bethany let out a startled gasp. Looking up, her other hand holding the straw jerked as their eyes met. The glass tipped toward her; the contents ready to make a run for it.
    Letting go of her hand, he caught the glass just as it started to fall. A bit of liquid sloshed over the rim as he settled the glass. “Careful,” he murmured.
    Bethany stared at him, mouth open.
    “What?”
    She blinked. “I…I just didn’t see your arm move. One second you were holding my hand and the next you caught my glass.”
    Oh. Shit. Sometimes, Dawson just didn’t stop to think. A human probably couldn’t have stopped the glass from kamikaze-ing into her lap. Forcing a grin, he played it off. “I have hella quick reflexes.”
    “I can see that,” she murmured, grabbing a napkin and swiping up the mess. “You should play sports…or something.”
    Ha. Yeah, that wouldn’t happen. He’d demolish the humans even if he held back. Luckily for him, Bethany seemed to accept his answer and their conversation slipped into the easy chatter that kept them going for hours on the phone. When the pizza arrived, they both dug in. He laughed as she dipped her breadstick in the pizza sauce. It was something both he and Dee did.
    And thinking his sister’s name must’ve spooked her up, because the chimes went off and he felt a familiar presence. Eyes glued to the front of the diner, he almost toppled out of the booth when his suspicions were confirmed.
    Dee was here. And she wasn’t alone. Adam was with her.
    Beth’s brows puckered as she saw his expression. Glancing over her