Aurora sat on the couch, trying to calm her racing heart.
The dimly lit room felt oppressive, the silence between her and Daemon even more so.
The moonlight that slipped through the curtains cast an ethereal glow around them, illuminating Aurora's pale skin and the delicate nightgown she wore.
The slight burns on her wrists still throbbed from the café incident, but that was the least of her concerns.
Daemon's sharp gaze never left her. He was watching her, his eyes cold, calculating, and possessive.
The air between them was thick with tension.
She could feel his presence like a weight pressing down on her chest.
Aurora shifted uncomfortably, fidgeting with her fingers, trying to avoid his intense gaze.
"You went out yesterday," Daemon said in a low, clipped tone. "And now someone's here to visit."
His voice was laced with suspicion, and it sent a shiver down Aurora's spine.
She swallowed hard, her throat dry.
