Page 57 of Touched By Darkness

But not anymore.

I used to lick her cunt and watch her fall apart in my arms. Dariana just doesn’t know about it. So she can throw me all the poisonous glares and fake smiles she wants, but nothing she does can intimidate me anymore.

“Thanks, pussycat.” I offer her a wide smile of my own. It’s totally worth it when her eyes narrow on me, like I am indeed the villain in her story.

Daemon walks past me and takes a seat in his favorite armchair. I remain standing, looking between them all.

“We’ll make this simple,” Daemon says, drumming his fingers on the armrest. “You either answer our questions willingly, or we’ll have no choice but to hurt you.”

“Wow. That’s the first time I’ve been threatened with violence.”

“You won’t like it.” His cold, dark eyes miss nothing, exploring my face like a rare painting.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

He gives nothing away. His face remains a blank mask, and that’s what I have always found so unsettling and intriguing about Daemon: his ability to remain so outwardly unaffected when I know he is anything but on the inside.

I need to remember that I am no one to him now. Nothing more than a curiosity he wants to learn more about.

The feelings he used to have for me don’t exist here, and that’s what makes me fidget on the spot.

“How do you know my uncle?”

Ronan leans forward and grabs the joint from the table, then lights it while I look between them nervously.

“Come on,” Daemon commands. “Spill the truth. Don’t think too hard.”

“I’m not thinking hard.”

He wets his lips, and my eyes are drawn to the action like a missile. “You’re thinking right now.”

“I’m thinking because the answer is complicated, and you wouldn’t understand.”

Dariana snorts, and the dismissive sound annoys me enough to shoot her a glare.

“What wouldn’t I understand?”

Dragging my eyes away from Dariana, I look back at Daemon. “Amenadiel helped me out of Heaven.”

That’s a reasonable answer. It’s not a lie and divulges enough information without making me out to be crazy.

“Why would he help you out of Heaven?”

Nowthatis a complicated question.

When I don’t immediately reply, Daemon barks, “Answer.”

His sudden abruptness causes me to flinch. “You wouldn’t understand.”

“Try me.”

This is like the time I explained to Freya about the kidnapping. Only something tells me these angels won’t be half as understanding.

“Are you here to seduce Daemon? Is this some deliberate plan of Amenadiel’s? Because if it is, I will hurt you. Badly.”

With a frown, I look back at Dariana. “What? No! I’m not here to hurt Daemon. I would never do that.”

Dariana looks unconvinced as she crosses her arms. “Then why are you living with Amenadiel?”

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