Daemon’s POV

“Walking away!? Screamed zephyr in my head. “What the hell is wrong with you! Did you feel that? I don't mean the foot…I mean the intentionality in the massage…with…the foot,”

He went on and on, barking in my head like a dog set loose after years of being chained.

“ She was speaking to you, Daemon. That was a message.”

“Maybe you haven't noticed but I'm not on good terms with her,” I muttered, pacing the uneven path that sliced through the town. The ...