LAUREL
His cackling sounded throaty from behind and I tried even harder not to look at the reason he was here, a younger woman with pale skin, a forced laughter and occasional jab at his arm to show she had been following so he would wrap wads of green paper into her hands.
My brain had started rummaging so hard that I didn’t notice when Daemon had gotten back with with our pastries in bags and in paper.
I felt a warm presence tower over me and then his voice came through as I hunched over, trying so hard to avoid my manager “Why do you look so constipated?” He raised his brow with a snide remark.
“Shush..” I placed my finger on my lips and he leaned closer, his face inches apart from mine. I stared into the blue hue of his pupils as he watched me pull away.
“We’ve got to leave” I mu
