Daemon’s POV

Lucas joined me as I headed toward the garage. I noticed the heavy face he carried after he walked past me to get the door, a mode of communicating his anger to me whenever we had an issue. He has an issue, not the other round.

Before I could go into the car, Celeste stormed out of the house, calling my name.

I looked at Lucas whose face was buried on the door while he waited for me to go in. “Did you tell her we were going into town?”

“No,”

“So what does ...