That evening, I was curled up in the corner of the living room, trying to make sense of the strange day I’d had with Daemon. I kept replaying breakfast in my mind—his insistence that I sit on his lap, the way he had fed me and looked at me with that possessive, unrelenting gaze. He was acting like a tyrant and…something else, something gentler, something that made my heart race.
I was lost in thought when the sound of footsteps outside the door broke through my haze. A few moments later, Daemon’s Beta, Andres, walked in, his arms full of luxurious bags and boxes of shoes from high end brands that I could not even afford.
Beta Andres and His usually stern face was softened with a look of mild amusement as he took in my shocked expression.
“What—what is all this for?” I stammered, watchi
