Daemon
Morning came at last, inevitable as ever. I waited for Diana to wake with poorly concealed dread, knowing perfectly well that she was hardly going to be thrilled to find herself in my arms after everything that had happened.
My expectations were not disappointed.
Diana opened her eyes and stared at me in silence for several seconds, as though trying to work out how on earth she had ended up beside me. Then she slowly removed her hand from my thigh and moved away, wrapping herself more tightly in the blanket.
“How are you feeling?” I asked, doing my best to keep the tremor out of my voice.
“I assume you were trying to warm me up,” she said through clenched teeth, in such a cold tone that I could have sworn even the walls of the cabin had begun to frost over. “But I strongly reco
