Connel looked at Ryan with eyes full of incredulity, before he turned to look at the table Daemon and his group were at.
For Connel, Daemon was not a king. He was just a beggar. He had been, and he would always be.
At that moment, under the surprise eyes of the others beside him, Daemon raised his eyes, ignoring Connel and looking at Ryan, at the mischievous glint in the latter's eyes.
He wanted to sigh, to roll his eyes, or to just turn around and leave, but this time, Ryan had gotten him.
He had coerced Ryan into having a date with Dinaia, and now he was forcing him into taking back what was his. If one wants to play, one must learn to accept loss.
Daemon shook his head as the shattered silence turned the hall into a noisy market, and turned his eyes back to his cocktail. Ryan's smile widened, as Daemon raised his glass and emptied it of its content. Then he tapped on Evelyn's arm to free the arm she was holding, before calmly walking toward the podium.
