Oblivion Chapters 1-10

Oblivion

A Lux Companion Novel

Book One

Jennifer L. Armentrout

2015© Copyright Jennifer L. Armentrout

Edited by Liz Pelletier

**This story is limited to the first 10 Chapters of the new YA hit Oblivion by NYT Bestselling Author Jennifer L. Armentrout**

                                                For everyone who wanted a Daemon Black of their own.

1

Faster than any human eye could track, I moved soundlessly among the trees in my true form, racing over the thick grass and the dewy, moss-covered rocks. I was nothing more than a blur of light, speeding along the tree line. Being an alien from a planet thirteen billion light years away was pretty much made of awesome.

I easily passed one of those damn energy efficient cars that was coasting up the main road past my house.

How in the hell was that thing pulling a U-Haul trailer?

Not like that was important.

I slowed down and slipped into my human form, keeping to the thick shadows cast by the oak trees as the car went by the empty house at the start of the access road, and then grinded to a halt in front of the house next to mine.

"Shit. Neighbors," I muttered as the driver's car door opened and a middle-age woman stepped out. I watched as she bent down and spoke to someone else in the car.

She laughed and then ordered, "Get out of the car."

Whoever was with her didn't listen, and the woman eventually closed the car door. She all but bounced up the porch steps and unlocked the front door.

How could this be happening? The house was meant to stay vacant—any house around here was supposed to remain empty of humans. This road was the freaking gate to the Luxen colony at the base of Seneca Rocks, and it wasn't like this house went up for sale and those suited assholes didn't realize it.

This could not be happening.

Energy crackled over my skin, humming, and the urge to slip back into my true form was hard to ignore. And that pissed me off. Home was the only place that I—that we could be ourselves without fear of discovery, and those assholes—the Department of Defense, the D-O-fucking-D—knew it.

My fingers curled into my palms.

Vaughn and Lane, my own personal government-issued babysitters, had to have been aware of this. It must've slipped their damn minds when they checked in on us last week.

The passenger door of the Prius creaked open, drawing my attention. At first, I couldn't see who got out, but then she walked around the front of the car, coming completely into view.

"Oh shit," I muttered again.

It was a girl.

From what I could see, she was close to my age, maybe a year younger, and as she turned in a slow circle, staring at the forest that crept onto the lawn around the two houses, she looked like she expected a rabid mountain lion to pounce on her.

Her steps were tentative as she neared the porch, as if she was still debating if she really wanted to walk into the house. The woman, who I was guessing was her mom based on the similar dark hair, had left the front door open. The girl stopped at the bottom of the steps.