“What's wrong with saving dolphins?”

“Whatever! Go save a dolphin or something!"He whirled around. "It's a whale, Alex, a whale! That's what I'm interested in saving."I threw up my arms. "What's wrong with saving dolphins?”

“Your momma wanted to save you--save you from your fate. If she hadn't, you'd be nothing but a memory and a fear long forgotten. Just like all you who mix the breeds. What they want you two for, what they have planned." She shook her head again and when she looking at me, sorrow etched across her face. "They fear you, fear what comes from you. I told you child. I told you that your path was filled with dark things tat must be done.”

“What’s wrong with you?”“I don’t know. I probably got alien cooties.”

“Hey!” Dawson yelled from the front door. “I think Dee caught the microwave on fire. Again. And I tried popping some popcorn with my hands and it kind of went wrong. Like really, really wrong.”Daemon pressed his forehead against mine and growled. “Dammit.”

“It sounded wrong rolling off his tongue, but still elegant, somehow. Like a British person cussing.”

“Because I know.” Daemon appeared in front of me, eyes narrowed. He thumped his hand off his chest, directly above his heart. "Because I know what I feel in here. And I'm not the type of person to run from anything, no matter how hard it is. I'd rather face-plant against a brick wall than live for the rest of my life wondering what could’ve been. And you know what? I don’t think you were the type to run either. Maybe I was wrong”