*Olivia*
Even though I was completely out of sight from the door, I still felt the need to duck down and press myself against the wall inside the bathroom. I forced myself to calm down, reminding myself that no one would come bursting in like the FBI.
“May I help you?” I heard Daemon ask in his cool, collected tone that he seemed to have invented.
“Oh, Mr. Knight,” a male voice said, and it took me a couple of seconds to recognize it as Daniel’s. My date was quiet as he seemed to take a moment to collect himself.
“May I help you,” Daemon repeated with a false patience. If I hadn’t been so terrified, I would have found it amusing since Daemon was anything but patient, in my opinion.
“No, apologies,” Daniel said coolly, finally finding his voice again. His tone was uncertain. “I was looking for Olivia, but I seem to have stumbled upon the wrong room.”
“So it would seem,” Daemon said in that same collected voice.