That evening, my footsteps felt heavier than ever as I made my way toward Daemon's room, a pit growing in my stomach.
It had only been two nights since the last time he’d summoned me, and I could still feel the faint ache in my body from the last encounter. But ignoring his call was out of the question. His influence over me felt deeper, more pervasive than it ever had, as though a binding force pulled me to him, demanding I obey.
I reached the ornate double doors and hesitated, taking in a steadying breath before knocking softly.
“Come inside,” came his voice from within, smooth yet commanding.
I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The room was dimly lit, a soft glow from the hearth casting shadows along the walls. Daemon stood by the enormous copper bathtub that sat in the midd
