KAEL'S POV
I douse my hair with water, only to flinch as the cold slices through me like ice.
Shaking off the water, I lean against the bench as my eyes drift to Diana, who's throwing punches at Daemon, who blocks them.
He's laughing while she's glaring at him. She throws her left fist just above his shoulder. That’s intentional. Daemon scoops away, making her stumble forward, and just when he’s about to laugh victoriously, she spins around and throws a punch at his face.
Vivian laughs beside me. “I'm glad she punched the frivolousness off him.”
“For a while,” I say, and just as he's gripping his broken face, he starts running his mouth again, making her laugh.
I don't understand how anyone can stand Daemon. His sunshine always unsettles me.
I stare at Diana as she continues throwin
