*Daphne*

The stunned look on Alistair’s face was enough to answer her question. The white’s of his eyes grew while his lips parted. But not a sound came out.

Daphne felt her insides twist and churn with an overwhelming sense of dread. He kept holding her like it was the only thing rooting her to the ground. But her instincts were telling her to get away.

His voice was broken and hoarse in his throat. “Daphne.”

She shook her head ...