Another day has come and here I was at the kitchen as I poured myself a cup of tea. I was used to being up early, preferring the quiet stillness of dawn before the rest of the manor awoke. I took a sip, letting the warmth spread through me as I tried to settle my thoughts.
But as usual, Daemon had other plans.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him stride into the kitchen, his movements relaxed yet somehow purposeful. He was already dressed, looking uncharacteristically casual in a loose shirt and dark pants. He looked at me with a smirk, and I felt a flicker of suspicion curl in my stomach. Daemon was in one of those moods—the kind where he thought it was amusing to make me squirm.
“Good morning, Amira,” he drawled, his voice smooth and low.
I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I w
