As we dressed in silence, Daemon's earlier intensity seemed to settle, replaced by a quiet focus. He kept watching me, as though searching for something—any sign that I might bolt again. I was tempted, sure, but I had too many questions to run away now.
I wasn’t sure if this was the right time, but I couldn’t let the chance slip away.
“About last night…” I began hesitantly, breaking the silence.
His eyes met mine, intense and unwavering. "What about it?" he asked, his voice smooth but laced with a challenge.
My cheeks warmed, and I forced myself to hold his gaze. “Why did you try to sentence me to death for betraying you, Daemon?”
He took a long sip of his coffee, then set his mug down, crossing his arms as he studied me. "You really want to know?"
I nodded, my curiosity outweighing
