Lux (The Nocte Trilogy 3)

I race after my brother, my sheet trailing behind me.

I reach him only when we get to the porch of the house, and my mother is coming out the door.

Finn opens his mouth to say something, but my mother looks at me, at my sheet and at something behind me.

Before I turn, I already know what it is.

Who it is.

Dare.

I’m stunned, floored, because she can see him and Finn can see him and he’s real. This is real.

This is real.

The tension snaps around me like a whip and I don’t mind because he’s real.

“Adair DuBray,” my mother snaps, taking the scene in for what it looks like. “How could you have done this? You’ve ruined everything to seduce my daughter?”

I don’t know what to be… appalled, defensive, or grateful that the universe has righted itself and everyone can see Dare.

He’s real.

He’s real.

I’m not crazy.

But he’s ruined everything?

“You can see him?” I ask stupidly, and everyone looks at me like I’m insane because I am.

“It’s not what you think,” he mutters to them, and he doesn’t seem confused. He doesn’t seem surprised that they can see him at all, and he doesn’t seem to be happy with me.

“Then get in here and tell me what it is,” my mother snaps. “And I’m calling your father.”

“Step-father,” Dare corrects, but no one is listening by this point. My mother has already spun around and stalked into the house, presumably to call Richard.

“What is going on?” I ask Dare bewilderedly as we follow my mom and brother.

He glares at me, disgruntled.

“You got drunk last night,” he tells me. “That’s what. I took care of you, cleaned you up, and now your family thinks I’m some sort of freak who seduced you.”

I’m shocked now, completely still.

“I didn’t get drunk last night,” I say stiltedly. “I’ve never been drunk. I had a nightmare and didn’t want to be alone.”

“No,” Dare raises an eyebrow. “You were drunk and puking everywhere. Now they all think I’m a sex-crazed guy who has sex with children. Brilliant.”

He’s pissed and I’m becoming that way because this doesn’t make sense and that didn’t happen.

“I’m not a child,” I snap. “And I wasn’t puking last night.”

But he’s no longer listening.

He follows my mother and takes his proverbial medicine as she hands him the phone. He nods and I can hear the yelling voice from halfway across the room, through the phone. He takes the phone and he paces outside, and I wait wait wait to figure this out.

There will be hell to pay and I know it’s my fault, and I don’t know why.