Trust or fall
Daphne's POV
This was it. The moment where I had to trust my gut, to believe that Troy’s words weren’t just pretty lies, and that last night’s rooftop magic wasn’t a fleeting dream. His hand closed around my trembling one, steadying me as he pulled me to my feet, his touch a promised anchor in the chaos storming inside me.
“We’ll go home,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “I’ll give you a nice shower, then I’ll take you to the station.”
“What for?” I asked, my voice cracking. Half of me braced myself for betrayal, expecting him to say I’d be handed over, left in custody until he unraveled the truth. Wasn’t that how people got abandoned, lured in by false promises only to be left?
“I’m assembling a dozen lawyers for you,” he replied, his amber eyes locking onto mine wi
