*Daphne*

“Mind your own business,” he told me.

I didn’t care much for the snarl he threw at me, but I understood that my asking about Eva had struck a nerve in him. I didn’t push it. Instead, I mustered a compassionate expression. That seemed to satiate him, judging by the subtle softening of his features. It always came naturally to me to make someone else feel at ease.

As there was a silent exchange between us, his eyes glazed over and ...