The plane lands, and as soon as we step out, cameras are flashing in our faces. I blinked my eyes as questions were thrown at Daemon.
He grabbed my arm and was about to step back into the plane when a tall man ran over to us.
“Enough! Give Sir Daemon some room!”
“Sir Daemon?” I said to him, and he looked at the man with a nod.
“Thanks, Greg,” Daemon said as we started down the steps. I could see them whispering about us and pointing while Daemon kept his head held high. Greg led us to a stretch limo and we got in.
“Wait, our luggage!” I said as soon as we sat down.
“It’s okay,” Daemon promised me as he put his hand on my knee. I smiled at him and started to tease him.
“So, Sir Daemon. Why were all those reporters following you?”
He laughed, and I could see he was a little embarrass
