When I got to the house, I raised my hand to knock—but the door opened first.
Daphnie stood there.
Her long hair was down, and she wore another tight dress. My stomach turned uncomfortably as memories of last night flashed in my mind. Memories of her sneaking into my room, getting too close for comfort, and saying things I didn’t want to hear.
I gave her a small, forced smile, not wanting to be rude. “Hi.”
“Silver,” she said sweetly, her eyes slowly looking me up and down. "I was wondering when you'd be back. Where have you been all day? Missed me?" She leaned against the door like she was actually waiting for me to answer that.
No chance.
Just then, Dr. Grayson’s mate, Dawn, walked into the room behind her, drying her hands with a kitchen towel.
Her face lit up when she saw me. “Si
