“I just look too lame.” My reflection looked as conflicted as I felt.
I was trying to rehearse how to charm Daemon, but every attempt ended in an exasperated sigh or a grimace of disgust. The afternoon sun streamed through the window, casting golden light across the room as I stared at myself in the mirror.
"Hi, Daemon," I muttered, attempting a soft, sultry tone. My cheeks heated with embarrassment as I rolled my eyes at my own ridiculousness. "No. no! That’s not it. Too fake."
I tried again, forcing a shy smile that felt completely alien on my face. “Good evening, Daemon. How was your day?”
I groaned and threw my hands up in frustration. “This is hopeless!”
The mere thought of seducing Daemon sent shivers down my spine—not the good kind. My skin prickled with goosebumps at th
