Daphne’s POV
"Go on." Nikolai urged me for the umpteenth time. I watched his eyes zero in on my face like the answers to everything he needed were etched somewhere on my face.
I couldn't count the number of times he'd asked me to give him a rundown of last night's events, it was beginning to get annoying at this point but I guess I understood. "I'm listening."
But somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to do as he asked. Relatively, it was simple, but at the same time, it was not. I had some reservations about the whole thing -reservations I would much rather keep away from Nikolai for my sake and everyone else's.
So, my main predicament now was whether I should come clean to him, or not.
"Daphne!" Nikolai's fist came in contact with his study desk, the books, pens, and the mug shift
