Daemon’s POV

The door clicked shut behind me as I entered the chamber assigned to me.

Dim, quiet, and colder than expected but that didn’t matter. I wasn’t here to rest.

I scanned the room with sharp eyes, noting every detail: the narrow window to the north, the tapestry along the far wall, the heavy oak chest in the corner. No hidden threats. Not yet.

I took off the soaked shirt clinging to my skin and dropped it to the floor. Blood-streaked and torn, it was useless now. My shoulder ...