The fight
Troy’s POV
Damaris, that cowardly bastard!
I knew this was his doing the second the bullet grazed me, and fury burned hotter than the pain in my side. But what enraged me more was that he made Daphne to see me like this. weak, bleeding, sprawled on the pavement like some helpless fool. Ambrose was already on his phone, barking orders to my private doctor, his voice tight with urgency. The security team swarmed around us, pulling us into the car, but all I could think about was her, those wide, terrified green eyes staring down at me, her hands trembling as she knelt by my side.
“It’s just a graze,” I said, forcing my voice to stay steady as I brushed her hand with mine, trying to calm her. “We were just unlucky to be out here.” It was a lie—I knew damn well this was no acci
