Danger’s reaction to her “guest” was swift and automatic, and it happened without any premeditation on her part. She pulled out her dagger and threw it straight into the man’s heart.

To her shock, he burst apart into a golden dust just like any good Daimon would.

“Mere de Dieu,” she breathed. Kyros had been right. The man was…

Entering the room from the doorway on her right!

Her jaw dropped as he sauntered into the room with an arrogant swagger and a less-than-amused smirk. He pinned her with a droll stare as he moved to stand in front of her. Her dagger shot from the floor, where it had fallen after he exploded into dust, and into his hand. He held it out to her, hilt first. It was painfully obvious that he wasn’t the least bit afraid she’d use it in him again.

“Could you please refrain from the theatrics? I really hate doing that. It seriously pisses me off and it ruins a perfectly good shirt.”