DIANA'S POV
"I've always dreamt of dancing with you under the moonlight," Daemon says frivolously, and I feel like slapping him.
But I'm glad he seized me. I have no idea what I was thinking. What has come over me? I was the one who told Kael to keep his distance from me, yet I wanted to dance with him.
I glance over in his direction. His gaze leaves mine, and he turns around—only to run into that same woman. She chuckles, twirling her hair around her finger, then says something to him.
No second later, she has her hands on him again.
Hm.
I look away and focus on Daemon, who's smiling mischievously. "Someone's jealous?" he says, tapping his feet and snapping his fingers.
"Jealous of what?" I follow his steps, mimicking his movements.
"Come on, it's written all over your face. I mus
