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Book twoOnyx
Book two
Jennifer ll. Armentrout
T his book is a w ork of fict ion. Names, charact ers, places, and incident s are t he product of t he aut hor’s imaginat
ion or are used fict it iously. Any resemblance t o act uall event s, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincident al.Copyright © 2012 by Jennifer ll. Arment rout . All right s reserved, including t he right t o reproduce, dist ribut e, ort ransmit in any form or by any means.
For informat ion regarding subsidiary right s, please cont act t he Publisher.Ent angled Publishing, LLC2614 Sout h T imberline RoadSuit e 109Fort Coll ins, CO 80525Visit our w ebsit e at w w w .ent angledpublishing.com.Edit ed by Liz Pell et ierCover design by Liz Pell et ierPrint ISBN 978-1-62061-011-4
Ebook ISBN 978-1-62061-012-1
Manufact ured in t he Unit ed St at es of AmericaFirst Edit ion August 2012T he aut hor acknow ledges t he copyright ed or t rademarked st at us and t rademark ow ners of t he follow ing wordmarks ment ioned in t his w ork of fict ion: Oreos, Pac-Man, Super Mario Bros., W i , Coke, Expedit ion, Barbie,
Rubik’s Cube, Infinit i, X
-Men, Snack Pack, Prius, Pop-Tart , Google, Pept o-Bismol, Mac, Y ukon, W index,Rolex, Dumpst er, Jet t a.Dedicated to book lovers and book bloggers everywhere,those large and small.
Chapter 1
Ten seconds passed bet w een w hen Daemon Black t ook his seat and w hen he poked me undermy shoulder blade w it h his t rust y pen. Ten w hole seconds. T w ist ing around in my seat , Iinhaled t he unique out doorsy scent t hat w as all him.Daemon pulled his hand back and t apped t he blue cap of his pen on t he corner of his lips. Lips
I w as w ell familiar w it h. “Good morning, Kit t en.” I forced my gaze t o his eyes.
green, like t he st em of a freshly cut rose. “Good morning, Daemon.” Unruly dark hair fell over his forehead as he t ilt ed his head. “Don’t forget w e have plans t onight .”
“Y eah, I know . Looking forw ard t o it ,” I said dryly.
As Daemon leaned forw ard, his dark sw eat er st ret ched over broad shoulders. He t ipped hisdesk dow n. I heard t he soft inhales from my friends Carissa and Lesa, felt t he eyes of everyonein class w at ching us. One corner of his lips curved higher, as if he w ere secret ly laughing.
T he st ret ch of silence became t oo heavy. “W hat ?”
“We need t o w ork off your t race,” he said, low enough t hat only I could hear. T hank God.
Trying t o explain w hat a t race w as t o t he general populace w as not somet hing I w ant ed t oget int o. Oh, you know , just alien residue t hat rubs off on humans and light s t hem up like aChrist mas t ree and becomes a homing signal to an evil alien race. W ant some?Uh huh.I picked up my pen and considered poking him w it h it .
“Y eah, I figured as much.”
“And I have t his really fun idea of how w e can do it .”
I knew w hat his “fun idea” w as. Me. Him. Making out . I smiled, and t he green of his eyes heat
“Liking t he idea?” he murmured, and his gaze dropped t o my lips.
 An unhealt hy amount of excit ement had my ent ire body humming, and I reminded myself t hathis sudden t urnaround had more t o do w it h t he effect of his bizarre alien mojo on me t han itdid w it h me as a person. Ever since Daemon healed me aft er t he bat t le w it h t he Arum, w ew ere connect ed, and w hile t hat seemed t o be enough for him t o jump int o a relat ionship, it
w asn’t for me.
It w asn’t real.
 I w ant ed w hat my parent s had. Undying love. Pow erful. T rue. A w hacked-out alien bond
couldn’t do t hat for me.
“Not in t his lifet ime, buddy,” I said finally.
“Resist ance is fut ile, Kit t en.”
“So is your charm.”
“W e’ll see.”
 Rolling my eyes, I faced t he front of t he classroom. Daemon w as a t ot all babe, but he w as stab-w ort hy, w hich, at t imes, zeroed out t he babe part .Not alw ays, t hough.

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