The tea felt scalding in my hands as I handed Daemon his cup, struggling to keep my composure. My heart pounded in my chest, and I silently cursed Brenda for putting me in this position.
If she had her way, I’d have Daemon wrapped around my finger in no time. But in reality, I felt like a clueless actress fumbling her way through a role I was wildly unprepared for.
Daemon took the cup from me, his fingers brushing mine for the briefest moment. The casual contact sent a shiver up my spine, and I prayed he didn’t notice the way my hand trembled.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice low and smooth.
I nodded, forcing a smile. “Of course.”
Brenda, ever the mastermind, had probably gone to somewhere now giggling to the fact that she had successfully done it while leaving us alone in Daemon’s ro
