DIANA’S POV
“Why do most of the ladies passing by keep staring at me like I’ve stolen from them?” I say as Daemon and I stand next to a carriage.
“Because technically, you’ve stolen from them.” Daemon snickers and takes a bite of his apple. “Not everyone’s thrilled to see you hanging around a sexy guy like me.”
I snort.
Unarguably, Daemon is very handsome, and I’ve seen him flirt with almost every female around. But I’m not going to admit that, not to his face. I know he’d use it to taunt me.
“What, you don’t think I’m sexy?” He blinks at me, feigning surprise.
I bite back a smile and fold my arms over my chest.
“Sexy is a strong word, Daemon. You’re... cute not sexy.”
I look away and stifle a laugh, knowing he doesn’t like being called cute.
“You can call a dog cute. I’m not cute
