Previously on Obsidian, Daemon drags Katy into the uncharted wilderness, where he manipulates and threatens the shit out of her before disappearing into the lake (hopefully forever).
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.
So Daemon’s still underwater and it’s been a panicky ten minutes for Katy, who’s thinking, “I might have briefly considered the idea of drowning him, but I didn’t really wish the guy dead.” That makes one of us.
But Daemon rises from the depths seconds later, looking super confused when Katy wails, “YOU’VE BEEN UNDER FOR TEN MINUTES HOW ARE YOU NOT DROWNED?”
Cue the gaslighting:
He climbed to his feet. “It couldn’t have been ten minutes. That’s not possible. No one can hold their breath that long.”
Between this and his random bouts of teleportation, Daemon sucks at faking human.
(FYI, I’m going to assume that, in preparation for his stint of playing human, Daemon read tons of paranormal YA novels, studying the actions and behaviors of the sexy paranormal dudes also trying to pass as human. This would explain both his half-assed “I’m totally human I swear” attempt, and his fucking awful abuse. Also, I kind of love the image of him holed up in his alien library, wearing his alien spectacles and elegantly holding his alien pen in one tentacle, taking extensive notes on Edward Cullen.)
Katy continues to freak, spurring Daemon to condescendingly offer to buy her a watch after he gets his keys back from Dee. “Oh, shit,” Katy thinks, her stomach dropping, “that’s right, I’m not actually on a glorious romantic date with the Chippendale of my dreams.”
For some stupid reason, one I would probably never know, I’d forgotten the reason why we were here. Somewhere between seeing him half naked and then thinking he was dead, I’d lost my mind.
(I’ll just casually point out how badly written this is: Katy starts with “[f]or some stupid reason, one I would probably never know,” then immediately lists the two reasons. The book forgot what had been written one sentence prior.)
Quietly devastated at this revelation, Katy declares herself done with this swimming bullshit; it’s time to get the fuck out of—NOPE, the book interrupts, SEXUAL TENSION TIME:
My foot slipped over the wet rock. Thrown off balance, my arms flailed in the air.
Moving lightning fast, his hand shot out and grabbed mine, pulling me forward. The next thing I knew I was against his warm, wet chest and his arm was around my waist.
And then good news for those of you who love Katy’s sexy way with words: she exquisitely describes how a “strange edginess swamped [her]” as she pressed up against Daemon’s raw masculine physicality. Also, this:
It was a powerful, almost electric feeling that coursed through me—answering something in him?
Well, that was strange, foolish, and illogical. He hated me.
Here’s a trope I love: the paranormal romance heroine who feels the tingle of her nethers awakening at the proximity of her impending dude-lay, and immediately believes (even if she tells herself she doesn’t believe) that dude-lay is feeling that same tingle for her. “We tingle together,” she gasps in wonderment, “we are destined.”
After half a page of this, Daemon clears his throat, lets her go, adjusts his surprise boner, and says yeah, it’s definitely time to head back. Katy’s response:
I nodded, disappointed and not even sure why I was disappointed. His mood swings made me feel as if I were on one of those crappy tilt-a-whirls that wouldn’t end, but there . . . there was just something about him.
That “something” is called abs, and they’re on literally every other guy in the world. Daemon’s might be especially corrugated and multitudinous, fine, but find yourself more emotionally stable ones. These aren’t worth it.
Readers, take note: if someone’s attitude, behavior, and emotional state is so wildly unpredictable as to make you feel off-balance and on-edge when you’re around them, do not date that person. This is the not the stuff that healthy, loving relationships are made of.
The trip back home, thank god, was conducted entirely in silence:
It seemed neither of us had anything to say, which was actually nice. I liked him better when he’d lost the ability to speak.
They emerge from the woods (Katy miraculously still alive, Daemon unfortunately so), and startle at the sight of an ominous Audi hulking in Daemon’s driveway. Daemon “cursed under his breath,” which sends “a blast of arctic air” between them.
And before Daemon can react further, a handsome older guy with blue eyes and pissed off written all over his face comes barreling out of Daemon’s house. His name is Matthew, and he’s disgusted to see that Daemon’s sullied himself by hanging out with the likes of Katy. Daemon reassures him that no, bro, Katy is Dee’s friend, and Dee’s totally forcing him to hang out with her.
A hot flush swept through me. Did he really need to tell some dude I was a pity date?
I’m going to be pissed if the series doesn’t show Katy developing enough self-esteem to prioritize her own opinion of herself over the opinions of strangers and douchebags.
The guys beat their chests at each other a little, and then—I’m not saying it was aliens, but—ALIEN POWERS ACTIVATE:
A crack of thunder startled me as they both stared at one another. Lightning streaked overhead, momentarily blinding. Once the light receded, dark, tumultuous clouds rolled in. Energy crackled around me, flashing across my skin.
Then Matthew gives her a final you disgust me sneer before stomping into Daemon’s house, and the storm poofs out of existence as abruptly as it arrived.
Overwhelmed by this undeniable display of manly temper and supernatural power, Katy gapes after Matthew, then gapes at Daemon, and finally asks, “What . . . what just happened?” But Daemon gets the fuck out before she’s halfway through her question, leaving Katy alone and stupefied in the driveway.
Where, slowly, distantly, she begins to think.
Yes, she’s “seen [clearly supernatural storms] happen a hundred times in Florida” (seriously?), but between this and Daemon’s teleportation and his apparent ability to breathe underwater, she’s getting an inkling that Something Is Up With Him.
In fact, she decides, her lone, tiny light bulb flickering on, perhaps Something Is Up With All Of Them.