“Because I should have told you last night. You can’t tell anyone what happened before you got here. No more announcing to strangers that you might have slept with their husband.” “Hey, I didn’t mean—” “I know,” she soothes, “but really, it’s best if you just act like Daemon is as much of a stranger as the rest of us.” “He is a stranger,” I mumble. “And I really wasn’t planning to say anything.”
