DIESEL POV
Rage boiled hot in my chest the second Raven burst in and snatched the tray.
Plates crashed to the floor. Eggs, bacon, toast, and coffee splattered everywhere. The strong smell filled the room.
But I wasn’t looking at the mess.
I was looking at Daisy.
She sat frozen on the edge of the bed, eyes wide, face pale. Hot coffee and oil had splashed onto her lap, soaking through the shirt she was wearing. She didn’t even react to the heat. She just stared at the spilled food like someone had hit her.
Raven’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and accusing.
“Why the hell will you eat that?! Are you going that far crazy for her? Not minding if she poisons you?!”
The word “poisons” hit like a slap.
Daisy flinched.
I moved fast.
I grabbed a clean towel and quickly wiped the ho
