Page 12 of Of Storm and Emerald
Daemon crossed the room to his wardrobe where he pulled on loose black pants before he leaned against it and crossed his arms. “I’ve had a long night, Aiden. What’s up?”
“I could ask you the same thing,” Aiden replied with a waggle of his eyebrows and a smirk. “I’ve never seen you wound so tight.”
“Fuck off.”
“Look,Your Highness,don’t be crabby with me because you didn’t get your dick wet in some lame-ass Lyndarian pussy. There’s still time. We’ll be here for a few days.”
Standing up straight, Daemon started to cross the room toward hisfriendand opened his mouth to respond. But before he could, Aiden continued.
“I came to see if you ended up back here. I saw you dancing with that girl—”
“Woman,” Daemon interjected.
Aiden rolled his eyes, “Woman, and then you were gone. I didn’t see you leave, so I’m just doing my civic duty and making sure thatCrown Prince Daemon Alexander, of the Court of Sapphire Isleswasn’t lying in a rose bush somewhere.” His words dripped with sarcasm, and had he not been Daemon’s best friend, it would have cost him dearly. But since he was, indeed, his best friend, he got a sucker-punch to the stomach instead, which caused him to double over and launch into a coughing fit.
“Asshole,” Aiden wheezed between coughs.
“Thatwomanis a fucking goddess—”
“So, youdidget your dick wet,” Aiden managed to get out in between labored breaths.
Daemon closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. “No, you asshole, I did not‘get my dick wet’as you love to phrase it. I ate her pussy like it was my last fucking meal, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the sweetest I’ve ever had. But before we were able to get to anything else, it started fucking raining. Then she ran off, leaving me hard and soaked in the middle of the fucking garden.”
Aiden–still holding his stomach from the blow Daemon dealt him–was now folded over in a fit of hysterics. But when he met Daemon’s stoic expression, he quickly sobered. “Wait, you’re not kidding, are you?”
“Unfortunately, no. And that’s not all.”
“What else could there possibly be?” Aiden asked incredulously.
“She knew who I was…”
“What?How in all of the realms did that happen? You had a fucking mask on.”
Sighing, Daemon continued, “I told her my name was Daemon, but that was it. I assumed that would be a safe bet. I mean hell, there has to be more than one noble with my name, right? It’s not like I have ‘prince’tattooed on my forehead.”
“Wait, so she knew who you were, and she still bolted?”
Daemon glared at Aiden in response.
“Fuck. Did you at least get her name?”
“No, I didn’t. I called hermy star.”
“My star? Damn, D, you’ve got it that bad after one taste of her pussy? Does it drip gold or something?”
He landed another blow to Aiden’s stomach.
“Yeah, I probably deserved that one.”
“You think?”
Immensely tired of this conversation, he kicked Aiden out of his suite and back into his own next door.
As he laid down on the bed, Daemon stared at the ceiling with an arm draped over his head and let his thoughts wander back to the unanswered questions that had been floating around since he was left standing alone in the garden.Who is she? How did she know who I was? But more importantly, how am I supposed to see her again if I don’t figure that out?Groaning, Daemon rolled over onto his side and decided to try and sleep, he’d figure it out tomorrow…hopefully.
Tomorrow came too quickly, and it was bound to be a long day. At the sound of rattling metal trays, Daemon rolled out of bed and walked into the sitting area. He’d slept like shit and was pretty sure he looked like it too. Aiden, who sat in one of the chairs by the fireplace picking at the fruit on the breakfast tray, turned when he heard Daemon pad into the room.
“Damn man, you look like shit,” Aiden stated after popping a grape into his mouth.
