Chapter Fifteen

(Lena's POV)

I had gone over my little speech I reserved for Daimen a couple of times, but the moment I heard him approaching, my mind turned blank. I frooze, staring at him.

"I'm late. Sorry," he apologized. He was only two minutes late. Still, I was unable to respond. "Lena, are you alright?"

I blinked, snapping out of it. "Yes, sorry"

"What did she tell you?" he asked, more like growled. "What did Isis tell you?"

"Nothing"

"You slapped her. That wasn't nothing."

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be sorry about that," he said before shrugging off his jacket. I didn't remember him with the jacket when he left the room. His eyes were on the dark brown gown I had chosen.

"The black gown soothes you," he complemented. I had wanted to correct him; it was a dark brown, close to black but not quite it, but of course, this had been the first compliment I had ever received from him, and I was not about to spoil it.

"Thank you," I replied with a smile, and he seemed to brighten up just a little.

I fidgeted,