DAEMON
"Now let's start with what you want."
Daemon had to admit, he almost admired how uncaring the woman before him appeared at the sight of the man that worked for her Thralgor Spy Guild.
More than that, he was tempted to applaud her for the fact that she didn't look like the hell she had gone through in the past few days.
Her shoulders were squared, her chin tipped up haughtily… but it was unlike the manner she appeared six years ago when they last spoke. Back then, she looked like a chicken pretending to be a phoenix. But now, her stature was much more refined; evidence that she had not only gotten used to her high role as Theta, but that she had lived up to the fame attached to said title.
The defiance etched to every curve of her body only stoked his clandestine need to break the fiery spirit that she possessed. Throw that in with the mate bond he now shared with her, it would only make their game of power even more fun, and did Daemon not like the fun.
