Daeron stared at her for a long moment.
Then he chuckled.
"Oh," he said quietly. "This is going to be fun."
Daeron's laughter lingered in the air long after it faded.
Selene remained where she stood, her spine straight, her face calm, though her pulse raced beneath her skin. She had faced kings, covens, and executioners before. But Daeron Stormborne was something else entirely.
A storm wrapped in flesh. Sometimes a joker.....other times like the devil himself. He wasn't joking when he said he was unpredictable.
He turned away from her and walked back toward his couch, stepping carefully around the shattered goblet.
"So," he said casually, picking up another crystal cup from a nearby table and refilling it from a decanter, "For discovering cracks in my brother's perfect little marriage."
He took a sip. " I have to say congratulations."
Selene narrowed her eyes. "You don't seem surprised."
