The next question left his lips went unfinished. As soon as he felt all her weight against him, Daimon turned his head to look at her, brows arched before they flat-lined into a frown. Wanda had seemed vaguely lethargic since she'd been there that night, so it wasn't all that surprising. With a drawn out sigh, Daimon laid the book on his lap then carefully moved his arm around her shoulders and leaned back against the couch with her. He skimmed the book and let her sleep, until she woke up, then he smirked, eyes still on the page when he said, "I'm that interesting, huh?"