Penelope’s POV

Daemon didn’t blink.

He stepped closer.

So fucking close I could feel the chill of his breath and smell the storm in his scent. His voice became low and deep.

“I don’t know what gave you the idea that you could speak to me like that, Penelope,” he said. “But let me make something very clear.”

“You are not above my law. Not in my house. “Not in my house. If I am asking you a question you will answer it completely. You do not hide behind being afraid, you do not ...