Kate sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. The future seemed so uncertain, especially with her relationship with Deimon hanging in the balance. She knew their love was forbidden, a secret they had to keep hidden from everyone. The consequences, if they were found out, could be disastrous for both of them.
Deimon, however, seemed unbothered. He lay beside her, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on her arm. His touch was comforting, yet it did little to ease the turmoil inside her. He pulled her closer, his warmth enveloping her.
"I don't care what anyone thinks," Deimon murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "I won't let anyone take you from me. Gandal was lucky I didn't kill him for even trying."
Kate shivered at his words. She knew Deimon was serious
