I didn't want to be her. That was the whole purpose of the red bathing suit. I wanted to prove to him I wasn't easily intimidated. I was determined to win this round.
Daemon looked bored. "I'm giving you one minute to get in here."
I resisted the urge to flip him off again and took a deep breath. It wasn't as if I was getting naked, not really. "Or what?"
He moved closer to the bank of the lake. "Or I come and get you."
I scowled at him. "I'd like to see you try that."
"Forty seconds." He watched me with an intense, piercing gaze as he drifted closer.
Rubbing my hand down my face, I sighed.
"Thirty seconds." He taunted from an even shorter distance.
"Jesus," I muttered, yanking my shirt off. I thought twice about throwing it at his head. I raced to shed my shorts when he called out the last taunting reminder.
I stepped toward the edge with my hands on my hips. "Happy?"
Daemon lost his smile and stared. "I'm never happy around you."
"What did you say?" My eyes narrowed on his blank expression. He did not say what I thought he did.
"Nothing. You better get in before that blush reaches your toes."
Flushing even more under his scrutiny, I turned and walked toward the edge of the lake where the drop-off wasn't steep. The water felt great, easing the uncomfortable heat prickling my skin.
I stumbled for anything to say. "It's beautiful out here."
He watched me for a moment and then thankfully disappeared under the water. Water dripped down his face when he popped back up.
Needing to cool my face off, I went under. The cold rush was invigorating, clearing my thoughts. Resurfacing, I pushed the long clumps of hair out of my face.
Daemon eyed me from a few feet away, his cheeks above the waterline and his breath blowing the occasional bubble to break the surface tension. Something in his gaze beckoned me closer.
"What?" I asked after a stretch of silence.
"Why don't you come here?"
There was no way I was going near him. Not even if he dangled a cookie in his hand. Trust and his name didn't go together. I twisted around, dipping under the water, heading for the rocks I'd seen in the middle of the lake.
I reached them in a few strong strokes and pulled myself out of the water, onto the warm, hard surface. I started squeezing the water out of my hair. He treaded water in the middle of the lake. "You look disappointed." Daemon didn't respond. A curious, almost confused look crossed his face. "Well...what do we have here?"
I dangled my feet into the water and made a face at him. "What are you talking about now?"
"Nothing." He waded closer to me.
"You said something."
"I did, didn't I?"
"You're strange."
"You're not what I expected," he said in a hushed voice.
"What does that mean?" I asked as he made a grab for my foot, and I moved my leg out of his reach. "I'm not good enough to be your sister's friend?"
"You don't have anything in common with her."
"How would you know?" I shifted again as he reached for the other leg.
"I know."
"We have a lot in common. And I like her. She's nice and she's fun." I scooted back, completely out of his grasp. "And you should stop being such a dick and chasing off her friends."
Daemon was quiet, and then he laughed.
"You're not really like them."
"Like who?"
Another long moment passed. The water lapped around his shoulders, tiny ripples echoing from his chest as he pushed away.
Shaking my head, I watched him disappear under the water again. I leaned back and closed my eyes. The way the warmth of the sun fell against my upturned face, and the way the heat from the rock seeped through my skin, reminded me of dozing off at the beach. Cool water tickled my toes. I could stay here all day, basking in the sun. Minus Daemon, it would've been perfect.
I had no idea what he meant by the whole not like them or needing a friend like me. It had to be more than him being a psycho overprotective brother. Pushing up, I expected to see him floating on his back, but he had disappeared. I didn't see him anywhere. I stood up, careful of the sloping rock, and scanned the lake, studying the twinkling surface for a mass of black, wavy hair.
I made another turn on the rock as unease bubbled in my stomach. Did he leave me here as a joke? But wouldn't I have heard him?
I waited, thinking that any second he would break out of the water, lungs gasping for breath, but seconds turned into a minute, and then another. I kept searching the calm surface for any sign of Daemon, growing more frantic with each sweep of my eyes.
I dragged my hair behind my ears, cupping my hand against the harsh sun. There was no way he could've held his breath this long. No way.
My breath hitched, then turned to ice in my tight chest. This was wrong. I scrambled across the rock and peered down into the still water.
Had he hurt himself somehow?
"Daemon!" I screamed.
There was no response.
"Daemon!"
A hundred thoughts raced through my head.
How long had he been under? Where had I seen him last? How long would it take for me to get help? I didn't like Daemon, and yeah, I might have briefly considered the idea of drowning him, but I didn't really wish the guy dead.
"Oh my God," I whispered. "This can't be happening."
I couldn't afford to think anymore. I had to do something. Just as I took a small step to dive into the water, the surface heaved and Daemon burst from the water. Surprise and relief rushed through me, followed by the intense urge to vomit. And then hit him.