Chapter 18

Enlyan didn’t hesitate. She took a step back, adjusting her wrinkled blouse while forcing her breath to steady. She needed to remain in control. Daimon took a slow step forward, and despite herself, Enlyan felt her breath hitch. His presence was overwhelming, his gaze burning into her like he was stripping away every layer of her disguise. Daimon glared at her, his eyes sharp and filled with warning. "Play whatever tricks you want, but I’m not falling for them. Now tell me—who are you? What do you really want?" Despite the pain coursing through him, his dominant presence didn’t waver. Enlyan’s heart pounded in her chest, her head throbbing. How could he still be this intimidating after that? Daimon Blackwood was truly ruthless. Quickly, she adjusted her pajama top and took a step back, putting distance between them. Her expression turned cold and guarded. "Mr. Blackwood, you really love making demands, don’t you?" she scoffed. "You barge into my home, manhandle me, and then question me