“You’re awake.”
From looking at the baby pictures of Emily, Devon raised her head to meet Daemon’s kiss on her lips.
She nodded and went back into looking at the picture frames. “Yes.”
He sat beside her on the bed, pulled her closer to his body, and stared at their daughter’s face together. He smelled of blood and gas. “For how long?”
“Not for too long. I just woke up now.” She prevented herself from sniffing him further. “Where did you come from?”
He looked straight into her eyes and opened his mouth to answer but hesitated at the last second. “To get some fresh air.”
“Fresh air,” she repeated, seeing right through his lie. “You could have told me. I also want to breathe some fresh air.”
“You were soundly asleep. I didn’t have the heart to wake you up.”
“I know.” She took a long
