“Woah.” Devon swerved and could have fallen into the floor had she not quickly reached the bed post for support. “Answer me Daemon, damn it! You and your wife, do you have a baby together?”
“We had a daughter,” he corrected her.
“Had?” she whispered.
Still shaken, she breathed hard to contemplate the information she just received. She’s confused about what to process first. The fact that he and his wife have a baby or the other startling truth that that baby is already dead.
Daemon sat there just staring at her. That annoyed her. He’s always doing that-gawking, studying her face, and then looking away as if trying to remember something. Another thing that pissed the hell out of her is his effect on her. Is it because of that f*****g kiss they shared? Or his dominance over her?
She
