Chapter 48 Faceless
- Beatrice smoothed down her blouse, trying to restore some semblance of order to her appearance, though the evidence of their encounter was still evident in the faint flush of her skin and the wildness in her eyes. She watched Daemon as he buckled his belt, his movements deliberate, but she could sense the reluctance in every gesture.
- "Daemon?"
- "Yeah, yeah let's go"