Chapter 111

Enlyan shot him a murderous glare. “Don’t flatter yourself, Daimon. I just don’t want to waste my breath arguing with a lunatic.” Daimon chuckled. “A lunatic? Just because I care about your health?” “Care?” Enlyan scoffed. “Don’t make me laugh. If you really cared, you wouldn’t be controlling who I talk to and stealing my phone like some possessive—” She stopped herself, shaking her head. “You know what? Forget it. I don’t have the energy to deal with you right now.” She turned her attention back to the TV, but her mind was still racing. Why was he acting like this? He had always been cold, distant, and indifferent. Since when did he care who she talked to, where she went, or what she did? Daimon, on the other hand, was enjoying this little game more than he should. The old Enlyan had been easy to predict—always careful, always soft-spoken around him. But this version of her, the one who cursed, argued, and didn’t back down, was intriguing. Auntie Kira watched the exchange between Daim