Sleep had become a stranger to Daisy.
She lay in the dark with her eyes open and her mind going at full speed, turning the same thoughts over and over, the way your tongue keeps finding a sore tooth even when you know it's only going to hurt.
Damon's report about Seraphine's success in the city had hit her somewhere tender and deep, not because it surprised her exactly, but because success like that meant visibility. And visibility meant exposure. And exposure was the one thing Daisy absolutely could not afford.
What was really keeping her awake, though, was that Seraphine had been standing right in front of Ravyn and hadn't said a word about everything she knew about Daisy. She'd had every reason to, even the perfect opening, and yet, she'd let it pass.
