After that steamy encounter with Daemon, I couldn’t make sense of the emotions tangled within me. It was maddening, like trying to piece together a puzzle where half the pieces were missing.
My mind kept replaying the intensity of his touch, the way his lips claimed mine, the way his hands had branded every inch of my skin with an almost primal need.
It was like my body had responded to him as though it had a mind of its own—And that scared me.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the rays of sunlight spilling through the window. Why does it feel like I’m bound to him? I questioned myself, running a hand through my messy hair.
He was the father of my son, sure, but was that enough to explain the pull I felt toward him?
This connection defied reason. Every logical part of me
