*Olivia*
Even though I was completely out of sight from the door, I still felt the need to duck down and press myself against the wall inside the bathroom. I forced myself to calm down, reminding myself that no one would come bursting in like the FBI.
“May I help you?" I heard Daemon ask in his cool, collected tone that he seemed to have invented.
“Oh, Mr. Knight," a male voice said, and it took me a couple of seconds to recognize it as Daniel's. My date was quiet as he seemed to take a moment to collect himself.
“May I help you," Daemon repeated with a false patience. If I hadn't been so terrified, I would have found it amusing since Daemon was anything but patient, in my opinion.
“No, apologies," Daniel said coolly, finally finding his voice again. His tone was uncertain. “I was
