Daphne's pov

I froze.

Zayne freezes. His lips part, but nothing comes out.

For once, the always-composed, always-smirking Zayne is stripped bare.

The words Xavier just spoke hang in the air like a blade pressed to skin.

“Your ex-wife works for me now.”

My head whirls, trying to reconcile the pieces. The man who trained me, the one

Who pushed me past every breaking point, the man who saw something worth saving

When I was all but ashes… is Zayne’s brother.

Xavier Black.

My stomach knots. ...