Jennifer Armentrout - Daimon

Daimon: DEE-mun

Aether: EE-ther

Hematoi: HEM-a-toy

SHE SMELLED LIKE MOTHBALLS AND DEATH.

The elderly Hematoi Minister facing me looked like she had just crawled out of the tomb shed been stored in for a couple hundred years.

Her skin was wrinkled and thin, like old parchment, and each breath she took I swore would be her last. I hadnt ever seen anyone that old, but of course Id only been seven and even the pizza guy had seemed ancient to me.

The crowd murmured its disapproval behind me; Id forgotten that simple half-bloods like me werent supposed to look a Minister in the eye. Being the pure-blood spawn of demigods, the Hematoi had huge egos.

I looked at my mother, who stood beside me on the raised dais. She was one of the Hematoi, but she wasnt anything like them. Her green eyes flashed a pleading look to cooperate, to not be the incorrigible and disobedient little girl she knew I could be.

I didnt know why she was so frightened; I was the one facing the crypt keeper. And if I survived this poor excuse for tradition without ending up carrying this hags bedpan for the rest of my life, it would be a miracle worthy of the gods that supposedly were watching over all of us.

Alexandria Andros? The Ministers voice sounded like sandpaper over rough wood. She clucked her tongue. She is far too small. Her arms are as thin as the shoots of new olive branches. She bent over to study me more closely, and I half expected her to fall in my face. And her eyes, they are the color of dirt, hardly remarkable. She barely has any blood of the Hematoi in her. She is more mortal than any we have seen this day.

The Ministers eyes were the color of the sky before a violent storm.

They were a mixture of purple and blue, a sign of her heritage. All the Hematoi had startling eye colors. Most of the half-bloods did too, but for some reason Id missed the whole cool eye color boat when Id been born.

The statements had continued on for what seemed like forever to me and all I could think about was ice cream and maybe taking a nap.

Other Ministers had come down to check me over, whispering to each other as they circled me. I kept glancing at my mother and shed smile reassuringly, letting me know that all of this was normal and that I was doing okaygreat, even.

That was, until the old lady started pinching every piece of my exposed skin and then some. Id always had this thing about being touched. If I didnt touch someone then I believed they shouldnt touch me. Grandma had apparently missed that memo.

Shed reached out and pinched my belly through my dress with her bony fingers. She has no meat on her. How can we expect her to fight and defend us? She is not worthy to train at the Covenant and serve beside the children of the gods.

Id never seen a god, but my mom told me there were always among us, always watching. Id also never seen a pegasus or a chimera, but shed sworn they also existed. Even at seven Id had a hard time believing the stories; it had strained my fledgling faith to accept that the gods still cared about the world they had so diligently populated with their children in a way only the gods could.

Shes nothing more than a pathetic, little half-blood, the ancient woman had continued. I say send her to the Masters. Im in need of a little girl to clean my toilets.

Then she had twisted her fingers cruelly.

And I had kicked her shin.

Id never forget the look on my mothers face, like shed been caught between terror and full-blown panic, ready to run between them and snatch me away. There were a few gasps of outrage, but there were also a few deep chuckles.

She has fire, one of the male Ministers had said. Another stepped forward, She will do fine as a Guard, maybe even a Sentinel.

To this day I had no idea how Id proved my worthiness after kicking the Minister in the leg. But I had. Not that it meant a damn thing now that I was seventeen and had been nowhere near the Hematoi world for the last three years. Even in the normal world I hadnt stopped doing stupid things.

Actually, I was prone to random acts of stupidity. I considered it to be one of my talents.

Youre doing it again, Alex. Matts hand tightened around mine.

I blinked slowly, bringing his face into focus. Doing what?

You got this look on your face. He tugged me against his chest, snaking an arm around my waist.

Its like youre thinking about something universally deep. Like your head is a thousand miles away, somewhere up in the clouds, on a different planet or something.

Matt Richardson wanted to join Greenpeace and save some whales.

He was the pretty boy next door whod sworn off eating red meat.

Whatever. He was my current attempt to blend with the mortals, and hed convinced me to sneak out and go to a bonfire on the beach with a bunch of people I barely knew.

I had bad taste in boys.

Previously, Id crushed on a brooding academic whod written poems on the back of his school books and styled his dyed, jet black hair so itd covered his hazel eyes. Hed written a song about me. Id laughed, and that relationship had been over before it got started. The year before that was probably my most embarrassingthe bleached blond, JV football captain with sky blue eyes. Months had gone by with us barely exchanging a hey and do you have a pencil? before wed finally met up at a party. Wed talked. Hed kissed me and mauled my boobs, all the while smelling like cheap beer. Id punched him and broken his jaw. Mom had moved me to a different town after that and lectured me about not hitting as hard as I could, reminding me that a normal girl couldnt throw punches like that.

Normal girls didnt want their boobs mauled either, and I wholly believed if they couldve landed a fist like I could, they would have.

I smiled up at Matt. Im not thinking about anything.

Youre not thinking at all? Matt lowered his head. The edges of his blond hair tickled my cheeks.

Thank the gods hed gotten over the

trying to grow dreads stage in his life. Nothing going on in that pretty head of yours?

Something was going on in my head, but it wasnt what Matt hoped for. As I stared into his green eyes, I thought about my very first crush-the forbidden, older guy with thundercloud eyesthe one so far out of my league he might as well have been a different species.

Technically, I guess he was.

Even now, I wanted to spin-kick myself in my face for that one. I was like a walking romance novel character, thinking love conquers everything and all that crap. Sure. Love in my world usually ended up with someone hearing I smite thee! as she was cursed to be some lame flower for the rest of her life.

The gods and their children could be petty like that.

I sometimes wondered if my mom had sensed my budding obsession with the pure-blood guy and that was why shed yanked my happy butt out of the only world Id knownthe only world I really belonged to.

Pures were so off limits to halfs like me.

Alex? Matt brushed his lips over my cheek, moving ever so slowly toward my lips.

Well, maybe something. I lifted up onto the tips of my toes and circled my arms around his neck.