Chapter 91

He licked her lips hungrily, savoring the warmth, feeling a calmness settling over him despite the impatience clawing at his heart. The need to claim her, to make her his once more, was overwhelming. Reluctantly, he pulled back, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead as if sealing a promise. Then he forced himself to leave the ward. If he stayed even a minute longer, he might do something reckless—something that would make her hate him even more. As he stepped outside, the stark difference in temperature hit him. The air was bleak and cold, the corridor almost eerily quiet. Leaning against the wall at the corner, Daimon pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. He hadn’t smoked in years, but right now, he needed the burn of nicotine to settle his restless thoughts. Night had draped its dark veil over the city, and despite the faint flicker of distant lights, everything felt dim and lonely. Daimon took a slow drag from his cigarette, exhaling a cloud of smoke, and let his mind wan