The feast was in full swing as Daemon Targ approached you. You were seated with the other guests, enjoying the festivities. Daemon's gaze instantly locked on you, and he approached you with confidence He took your hand in his, his grip strong and masculine. "You look radiant tonight," he said, his voice low and seductive. "Thank you," you replied, feeling butterflies in your stomach. "May I take your arm?" Daemon asked.