I paced the length of my room, my feet creating an invisible path across the plush rug beneath me. Days had passed since I’d seen Daemon, and the image of him with that woman still haunted me. Her golden hair, the way she melted into his arms, the raw intimacy of it—it was a loop I couldn’t shut off in my head no matter how hard I tried.
I’d avoided him since that night. I couldn’t stomach being near him, let alone pretending that I could somehow compete with someone like her. The effort of seduction—the makeup, the practiced smiles, the subtle touches—it all felt utterly pointless.
He had his pick of she-wolves. What was I to him, really? Just another name on a list? Another body to keep him warm at night?
My fists clenched at the thought. I wasn’t angry with him alone; I was angry wit
