Daemon
“So, it’s happening today,” Seymour said, clapping me on the shoulder. “My friend is five minutes away from becoming henpecked. Who am I supposed to go drinking with now?”
“Ragnar,” I replied with a grin.
“Adamine won’t let him out of her sight,” my friend shot back, casting a sly glance at the elder.
“You say that as though I used to keep you company before,” the mentor grumbled good-naturedly. “I nominate Thorren.”
The alpha slowly looked Seymour up and down.
“Are you sure you want a rival in me?”
The answer was so unexpected that Seymour’s face fell.
“Daemon,” Morgana said as she entered the drawing room. “The moon is already at its zenith. It’s time.”
The jokes were instantly forgotten.
Our procession left the house. We followed Morgana slowly towards the ceremonial te
