Ava stayed up all night contemplating what to do. She reckoned that Daemon is just that guy who is allergic to the word ‘no’. He is the type of guy on first blind dates that would like to have s*x with you right away.
“Not effin’ gonna happen,” she murmured and covered her face with the blanket to try to get some sleep.
It’s been five hours already that she’s just on the bed, tossing and spinning around but she can’t get to make herself fall to that beloved goddess of sleep.
“Am I afraid?” She shook her head. “No, definitely not. Those are just empty words. What is he? A president? He can’t decide on my life and my decisions! I’m going to sleep now!”
Minutes later, she found herself in the kitchen drinking her coffee and winding up how miserable her life was. She’s an orphan, obviousl
