Daemon’s quick footsteps echoed down the halls as he followed the familiar path all the way to Guest’s bedchambers, hoping to find her there. He had just returned from a ride on his dragon Caraxes, his heart still pumping with adrenaline, exhaustion seeping into his bones, and an insatiable hunger to see Guest settled in the pit of his stomach. She had still been fast asleep in bed when he left a week ago, barely moving when he had pressed a kiss to her forehead before leaving in the pale dawn.

He ignored Guest’s maidservant as he pushed the door open, his gaze immediately drawn to the sight before him. In the middle of the room was a bathtub with steam rising up in alluring tendrils from the hot water. But more importantly, Guest stood beside it, her hands unlacing her clothing.

Dark Sister’s hilt glinted at his hip, and the scent of blood and sweat was clinging to his skin, but his eyes were alight with a heat that had nothing to do with battle. He closed the door behind himself, making sure to lock it as he stepped closer, inviting himself in.