Daemon's POV
My legs move swiftly as I angrily stride toward my office, my face showing not a single inkling of my thoughts. I walked past the long corridor, quickening my steps as I headed toward my office.
Sam was behind me, one more turn and I approached the tall and huge black door at the end of the corridor. Pushing it open, I walked in and scanned the place till my gaze fell on the maggot sitting across my office chair.
"Why are you here?" My pose depicts arrogance and my aura demands submission.
I can see how his hands were vibrating in fear before he suddenly slid them into his pants pocket, acting unaffected. My face has an expressionless mask on making it hard for anyone to read.
"I am here to see you, King Daemon," he bowed his head in submission.
"Why are you here?" I demand again but this time in a harsh tone.
"You already know why I am here," he said through his teeth.