Previously on Obsidian, Katy is less concerned about Dee’s occasionally transparent limbs and Daemon’s ability to teleport than how swampy her pants get when Daemon threatens her with violence.
Note: all direct quotes are either in bold or block-quotes. If something’s in quotation marks but not bold or block-quotes, it’s paraphrased snark.
A few days later, Katy’s doing her best I’m In An Infomercial And Therefore Bewilderingly Incapable Of Performing Simple Tasks impression while washing her car, and she’s finally giving up the chore as physically impossible when Daemon’s smirk strolls onto the scene.
DAEMON: “I never thought washing a car would be so hard, but after watching you for the last fifteen minutes, I’m convinced it should be an Olympic sport.”
KATY: “You’ve been watching me like a fucking creep?”
KATY’S NETHERS: [TORRENTIAL DOWNPOUR]
Daemon takes over the car-washing duty, and Katy instinctively knows that Something Is Up—and sure enough, he confesses Dee stole his keys and won’t return them until he apologizes to Katy for being an asshat. This sparks an inane, vaguely flirtatious conversation involving such riveting topics as “Do you or do you not sleep in during the summer?” and “Your sister sure is neat,” and “What do you call this shade of brownish hair, exactly?”
And through it all, Katy’s staring at his lush mouth and imagining all the kisses (more specifically, kisses “that weren’t wet and gross“) it could provide.
They eventually adjourn to Katy’s porch, where Daemon stretches himself out over her front steps and informs her that, to his endless disgust, Dee’s out of town for a week, and the only way he’ll get his keys back is by taking Katy swimming.
Miraculously, Katy responds exactly as she should: “HELL NO.”
But Daemon’s undeterred, and tests Tactic One: Insult Her.
DAEMON: “You’re super desperate for male attention, so don’t pretend you don’t wanna swim with my junk.”
Tactic One just pisses Katy off further (hurrah!), and she orders him off her porch. When he refuses, she tries to escape the situation by putting a solid locked door between them—at which point Daemon deploys Tactic Two: Threaten Her.
Daemon twisted around, catching my ankle. His grip was loose, his hand incredibly warm. I looked down at him, and he smiled at me, as innocent as an angel. “I’ll sit here all day and night. I’ll camp out on your porch. And I won’t leave. We have all week, Kitten. Either get it over with tomorrow and be done with me, or I’ll be right here until you do agree. You won’t be able to leave the house.”
I gaped at him. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I am.”
YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE.
YOU WON’T BE ABLE TO LEAVE THE HOUSE.
And, just to make sure the sexual tension adds an extra level of NOT OKAY to this scene, he adds:
“Or are you too shy to go swimming with me? Does the idea of getting almost naked around me make you uncomfortable?”
IT DOES, YES, GOOD JOB.
Katy tries to yank her foot free, but his grasp is as unyielding as his chiseled abs. Thank god, she commands him to let go of her ankle, and he actually obeys. But before you breathe a sigh of relief, here’s what he says as he slowly, finger by finger, lets go:
“I’m not leaving, Kitten. You’re going to do this.”
Guys, I’m accustomed to paranormal YA douchebags getting all obsessive and abusive halfway through the book, not in chapter four. I was not prepared for this. (Side note: no one should ever be prepared for this. YA, what are you doing.)
In a shocking turn of events, Katy’s mom arrives on the scene. I seriously thought we’d seen the last of her until at least the sequel.
Mom assesses the scene with a sparkle in her eye; she’s delighted to meet the studly neighbor boy, delighted Katy has come out of her shell to befriend him, delighted to accept his offer to take Katy swimming on Katy’s behalf. And meanwhile Katy and I are both staring at her in open-mouthed horror.
Smugly smug with his victorious swimming proposal, Daemon grins and heads back home, his parting shot a snide, “Twenty bucks says you wear a one-piece swimsuit.”
And rather than shouting after him that she’s still rejecting his swimming request like a rational person, Katy stares after him and thinks, “He was insufferable.”
Oh my god, Katy, you’re not actually going to go, right? Let the fucker rot on your porch for a week. Your mom’s not forcing you to go; and in the unlikely event she does press the issue, just tell her he’s a legitimate creepy asshole who’s repeatedly threatened and insulted you, and you don’t feel safe with him. In fact, tell her that regardless.
And you, Katy’s mom, what are you doing? You swore you were going to be a standard absentee parent; why are you shoving your nose into the plot like this? Stop it. This is not the kind of parental interference I wanted from you.