Diana
I was already approaching the bus when Daemon appeared in front of me and, without so much as bothering to ask my opinion, announced loudly enough for everyone to hear:
“Thank you all for taking part. I’ll see you in the office tomorrow. Diana’s coming with me. She needs to see a doctor. I need to make sure our HR manager is all right and hasn’t come down with pneumonia.”
Everyone exchanged rather strange looks.
Brilliant. Exactly what I needed right now — having it out with Daemon under the watchful eyes of my colleagues.
“Thank you for your concern, but I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said quietly but firmly enough to make myself clear.
“Diana, either you are coming with me yourself, or I carry you,” Daemon said just as quietly, stepping towards me and pulling his hands f
