Daelan's POV.
I had barely stepped out of the guestroom, the warmth of her still clinging to my skin, when I froze, spotting Margaret.
She stood there, a few steps from the top of the stairs, her eyes narrowed like she’d been watching long enough to start thinking.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Her gaze trailed to my unbuttoned shirt clinging loose around me. "Since when did you start sleeping in that room?"
I felt my pulse quicken as I thought of a response."I had something to attend to."
"You now like the guestroom better than your bed?" She raised a brow, looking a bit unconvinced but I didn’t answer.
I stepped forward instead, my voice going firmer. "Answer me, how the f**k did you get in?"
"I've still got your spare key." She shrugged like it was nothing. "You never too
