Despair made her want to cry but there was no way she was breaking down in front of Miysis.The Ra daemon sat across from her, waiting politely while she regained her composure. It was easier to pretend everything was okay now that she had clothes on, but she wouldn’t soon forget that he’d seen her in her undies. He seemed disappointed with her lack of gratitude but she wasn’t going to worship him for saving her.“I can’t believe you let him go,” she grumbled to the tabletop.“We’re very lucky Raum left without a fight,” Miysis said.She looked up. “Why?”His eyebrows rose. He tugged down the collar of his casual turtleneck sweater. “I didn’t stand a chance against him.”A heavy metal collar encircled his neck, ugly against his cream-toned skin.She straightened in her chair. “You’re still wearing that? Why?”The collar was a magic-dampening device used to control criminals and the preferred tool of prefects, the law enforcement body that policed daemons and haemons.
