His rooms were being lit by the full moon giving an atmosphere of tension and mystery. and Daemon was sitting on the edge of the bed with his silver hair in disarray, expressing his frustration and anger on his face with his fists clenched, having incredible self-control in not having advanced towards him when she saw him entering the room

"WHERE WERE YOU?!" -the daemon said in an icy and harsh voice, with his icy eyes fixed on his consort his jealousy was clear