Daphne’s POV

The sterile air of the prison clung to my skin the moment I walked through the gates.

Everything smelled like metal and disinfectant, a cold mix that made my stomach twist.

The clang of doors locking behind me felt like thunder in my chest.

I shouldn’t have come here.

Xavier’s voice still echoed in my head: “You’re not seriously considering it. He’s manipulating you already.”

But the officer’s words had followed me into my dreams,Charles saying I’d want to hear ...