I had barely even drifted back to sleep that much later that afternoon when I suddenly heard heavy, hurried footsteps approaching and came knocking loudly on my room’s door.
My eyes fluttered open just as Daemon stormed into the room following that. His expression was dark and furious. His piercing gaze scanned over me, lingering on every bruise and burn with a look that was somewhere between anger and heartbreak.
"You," he said, his voice a low, dangerous growl as he approached my bedside. His hand reached out, hovering just over my shoulder, as though he wanted to touch me but was afraid I might break under his touch. "Are you hurt anywhere else? Tell me everything that had happened here while I was away."
"I’m fine, Alpha king," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, but the tremor
