Jennifer Armentrout - Opposition

{ Katy }

It was happeningeverything about the world as we knew it was ending, and it sure as hell did not feel fine. Or cool.

Opening my eyes, I inched aside the flimsy white curtain. I peered out, beyond the porch and the cleared yard, into the thick woods surrounding the cabin Luc had stashed in the forests of Coeur dAlene, a city in Idaho I couldnt even begin to pronounce or spell.

The yard was empty. There was no flickering, brilliant white light shining through the trees. No one was out there. Correction. Nothing was out there. No birds were chirping or fluttering from leafy branch to branch. Not one sign of any woodland creatures scurrying anywhere. There wasnt even the low hum of insects. Everything was silent and still, soundless in a totally creeptastic kind of way.

My gaze fixed on the woods, glued to the last place Id seen Daemon. A deep, throbbing ache lit up my chest. The night wed fallen asleep on the couch seemed like ages ago, but it had only been forty-eight hours or so since Id woken up, overheated, and nearly been blinded by Daemons true form. He hadnt been able to control it, although if wed known what it signaled, it probably wouldnt have changed anything.

So many others of his kind, hundredsif not thousandsof Luxen, had come to Earth, and Daemon . . . he was gone, along with his sister and brother, and we were still here in this cabin.

Pressure clamped down on my chest, as if someone were squeezing my heart and lungs with vise grips. Every so often, Sergeant Dashers warning came back to haunt me. Id seriously thought the manthat all of Daedaluswas riding the crazy train into Insanity Land, but they had been right.

God, they had been so right.

The Luxen came like Daedalus had warned, like they had prepared for, and Daemon . . . The ache pulsed, ripping the air right from my lungs, and I squeezed my eyes shut. I had no idea why he left with them or why I hadnt seen or heard from him or his family. The terror and confusion surrounding his disappearance were a constant shadow that haunted every waking moment and even the few minutes Id been able to sleep.

What side would Daemon be standing on? Dasher had asked that of me once, while Id been held at the very real Area 51, and I couldnt let myself believe that I had that answer now.

In the last two days, more Luxen had fallen from the sky. Theyd kept coming and coming like an endless stream of falling stars, and then there was

Nothing.

My eyes popped open, and the curtain slipped from my fingers, softly falling back into place. Get out of my head.

I cant help it, Archer replied from where he sat on the couch. Youre broadcasting your thoughts so damn loudly I feel like I need to go sit in the corner and start rocking, whispering Daemons name over and over again.

Irritation pricked at my skin, and no matter how much I tried to keep my thoughts, my worries and fears, to myself, it was useless when there was not one, but two Origins in the house. Their nifty little ability to read thoughts got real annoying real fast.

I picked at the curtain again, watching the woods. Still no sign of any Luxen?

Nope. Not a single glowing light crashing to Earth in the last five hours. Archer sounded as tired as I felt. He hadnt been sleeping much, either. While Id been fixated on keeping an eye on the outside, hed been focused on the TV. News all across the globe had been reporting nonstop on the phenomenon.

Some of the news stations are trying to say it was a massive meteorite shower.

I snorted.

Trying to cover up anything at this point is useless. Archer sighed wearily, and he was right.

What happened in Las Vegaswhat we had donehad been videotaped and blasted all over the internet within hours. At some point during the day after the absolute obliteration of Las Vegas, all the videos had been pulled down, but the damage had already been done. From what the news copter had captured before Daedalus had shot it down, to those on the scene who recorded everything with their camera phones, there was no stopping the truth. The internet was a funny place, though. While some people were blogging that it was the end of times, others took a more creative approach to everything. Apparently, there was even a meme created already.

The incredibly photogenic glowing-alien meme.

Which had been Daemon phasing into his true form. His human features were blurred to unrecognizability, but I knew it had been him. If hed been around to see that, he wouldve really gotten a kick out of it, but I didnt

Stop, Archer said gently. We dont know what the hell Daemon, or any of them, are doing or why at this point. They will come back.

I turned from the window, finally facing Archer. His hair, a sandy brown color, was cut close to the scalp, typical military style. He was tall and broad-shouldered, someone who looked like he could throw down when it counted, and I knew he could.

Archer could be downright deadly.

When Id first met him at Area 51, I had believed he was just a solider. It wasnt until Daemon had arrived that we discovered he was Lucs implant within Daedalus and also, like Luc, an Origin, a child of a Luxen male and mutated, hybrid female.

My fingers curled inward. You really believe that? They will come back?

Amethyst eyes flicked from the TV to mine. Its all I can believe at this point. Its all any of us can believe right now.

That wasnt really reassuring.

Sorry, he replied, letting it be known hed picked up on my thoughts yet again. He nodded at the TV before I could get ticked off. Somethings going on. Why would that many Luxen come to Earth and then just go silent?

That was also the question of the year.

I think its kind of obvious, said a voice from the hall. I turned as Luc entered the living room. Tall and slender, he had his brown-colored hair pulled back in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. Luc was younger than us, around fourteen or fifteen, but he was like a little teen mafia leader and, at times, scarier than Archer. And you know exactly what Im talking about, he added, eyeing the older Origin.

As Archer and Luc locked eyes in a battle of the stare-down, something theyd been doing a lot of during the last two days, I sat on the arm of a chair by the window. Care to explain out loud?

Luc had a certain boyish quality to his beautiful face, like he hadnt quite lost the roundness of childhood yet, but there was a wisdom in his purple eyes that went beyond a handful of years.

He leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. Theyre planning. Strategizing. Waiting.

That didnt sound good, but I wasnt surprised. An ache formed between my temples. Archer said nothing as he went back to staring at the TV.

Why else would they come here? Luc continued as he tilted his head, gazing at the curtained window near me. Im sure its not to shake hands and kiss babies cheeks. Theyre here for a reason, and its not good.

Daedalus always believed they would invade. Archer sat back, clasping his hands over his knees. The whole Origin initiative was in response to that concern. After all, the Luxen dont have a history of playing nice with other intelligent life-forms. But why now?

Wincing, I rubbed my temples. I hadnt believed Dr. Roth when hed told me how the Luxen were actually the cause of the war between them and the Aruma war that had destroyed both of their planets. And Id thought Sergeant Dasher and Nancy Husher, the head bitch in charge of Daedalus, were crazy freaks.