Chapter 4

Daphne pulled me into her arms, her beautiful face twisted in sheer panic.

Grant rushed in right behind her. His face was a mask of thunder, looking at me like he wanted to snap my neck himself.

Perfect.

I finally let my eyes close, a faint smile touching my lips.

When I woke up, my throat felt like it was lined with ash.

Before I could even ask for water, a glass at the perfect temperature was pressed to my lips.

I clamped down on the straw and drained the entire thing before finally looking up.

It was her.

Staring…