DAEMON'S POV

The door slammed shut behind me, but I barely registered the sound. All I could hear was my heart pounding in my ear.

I had tried. Gods, I had tried. To let her breath, to let her have her space. But with every struggle to stay angry with her, I could feel my heart leaping over the door post into the room to know what she was doing.

Enough of fighting the urge, I thought, despite how happy it would make Zephyr that he'd won this round.

Every second I spent on that couch ...