“That Daemon’s actions were becoming too overwhelming,” I uttered before sipping into the hot tea I had in my hand.
The aroma of chamomile filled the room as I sat across from Brenda, my teacup warming my hands. The soft clinks of our spoons against porcelain mixed with the distant laughter of my dear son, who was playing not so far from us.
It would have been a peaceful scene if not for the storm brewing inside me. This had been the case ever since I had been continuously summoned by Daemon in his chambers or whenever he sees me around and then blocked from where I would be headed so that he could flirt with me even in public.
Calix’s giggles pulled my gaze to the floor, where he was engrossed with the new toys Daemon had sent him.
A bright red fire truck rolled across the carpet,
