I sat in the plush chair, my heart still racing from the whirlwind of emotions.
My body was trembling, every nerve on edge as I stared at the door where Daemon had just left. His words, his actions—they didn’t make sense.
The Alpha King had declared me his slave, yet he had been compassionate, gentle, almost, well, caring towards me. It was all like I couldn’t really tell if I was his slave or not at all. And the very thought terrified me.
I shifted my position uncomfortably as my mind continue to spin from all that had happened.
It made me come to think what was he playing at? Why had he tended to my wounds after capturing me, as though I was someone precious to him? He was unpredictable, and that made him all the more dangerous.
I knew I couldn’t simply let my guard down, but it
