Daemon
The conversation with Seymour and Ragnar after the event had left me with very little reason for optimism. We had agreed on one thing: judging by Diana’s expression and the tension evident in every movement she made, there was virtually no way of predicting what she would do next. And it was driving me mad.
What is she feeling? Hatred? Anger? Despair?
It was as though I was standing before a storm of chaos, tangled up with too much pain, too many memories, and too many words left unsaid. Whenever I closed my eyes, I saw her gripping her glass as though it were a weapon, her shoulders tense, ready to turn on her heel and walk away at any moment.
Bloody hell!
Today, we are going to see each other again.
What will she do when she realises that I’m going to be in her face all the
