“Getting information from you is like pulling teeth,” I complain. “What do you want?” “What do I want?” He looks genuinely confused and it makes me smile. It’s nice not to be the one in the dark for once. “I mean, Fae like bargains, right? There must be something I trade you for the information.” I hadn’t exactly meant that to sound like a proposition, but our eyes lock and I know we’re both remembering last night. Even if it was just the curse making him act like that, it still felt real. And I have no excuse. I just…wanted to. “Fuck,” Daemon curses and runs a hand through his hair. “Don’t
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