Daemon is looking out into the dark vastness of the sky outside his tower, the Druft tower that he inherited from his late father. It’s already midnight, a little too late from his usual routine of going home. That’s out of his character, to deviate from his habits for one reason. He’s hesitating to come home because of Devon.
It might be a stretch but he can’t stand staring right into her eyes anymore for fear that she’ll read right into his thoughts. What happened between them that night shouldn’t have happened in the first place. He was just seduced by her scent and he let longing take over his mind. And when she told him a piece of her memory, hell unleashed inside him.
She saw Devon again wriggling in agony underneath him while he took her savagely. Gritting his teeth, he closed h
