Daemon's expression still remained unchanged, and it irked the Fitzgerald heir. But that would not prevent him from savoring the moment, a moment cut short by Daemon's next question:
"You have lost sight of me in the last six years, haven't you?"
Connel frowned. Indeed, despite the deep ties of his family with the military, he failed to find anything about Daemon. The man disappeared in the truest sense of the word.
He didn't get long to think, as another irrelevant question was thrown at him:
"Do you know how many ways a natural death can be faked? No? Then, why not ask your guards? They look professional, so they might know something. They might even succeed in protecting you from them."
It was a conversation, at least that was how their exchange might look like. But Connel felt cold once again. This time the cold was not irrational, as it came from his brain understanding the message destined for him.
