Breakfast ended without another word said. And that didn’t even help with the wetness pooling at my center.
I could swear that I saw Draven’s hand clinching one or two times but other than that his faced remained very well composed.
Daemon on the other hand had a constant smirk on his face, like he could just tell the torment I was going through and would willingly put me out of my misery.
Darius, my captor and saviour was still, and cold like he was plotting the death of each of his brothers which I would even be surprised considering his outburst early.
For once I honestly enjoyed the attention I was getting for each of them. It was euphoric. Like wine and meat beside a camp fire burning on a cold night.
But the constant hard glances I got from Amelia was like the cold wind that thr
