*Daemon*

I glanced at Olivia out of the corner of my eye as I drove her home, clenching my jaw at how her thin dress rode up her creamy thigh.

I could feel my blood boiling as I remembered first spotting Olivia in that club, surrounded by men who were openly leering at her. She looked so small at that moment, like a mouse that stumbled into a den full of lions.

She had no business dressed like that in a nightclub. She was lucky that I had been nearby ...