********Daphne’s POV
When I stepped out of the club, the cold breeze hit me.
It should have helped but it didn’t, my head spun slightly from the alcohol, but I was still conscious of everything.
I had always had a high tolerance for alcohol.
It used to feel like a gift. Tonight, it felt useless.
Because no matter how much I drank, nothing inside me quieted.
I felt eyes watching me and I didn’t dare turn.
Because I already knew it was Casper.
My jaw tightened as I kept walking.
Like I could outrun everything that happened inside that club. Like I could outrun him.
You’re probably wondering why those men wanted to take me away.
Why didn't I make a scene? Why did I let it happen?
A humorless smile touched my lips.
Let’s just say…
Their boss learned the hard way what happens when
