After this what next
Daphne’s POV
The door flew open so fast I barely had time to shake off the nightmare’s grip. My heart was still pounding, my skin clammy with sweat, when Troy burst in, his face a mix of worry and fury. Ambrose followed close behind, his hand gripping a sleek black gun I caught a glimpse of before he tucked it behind his back. The sight jolted me, a sharp reminder of the chaos from earlier—the blood, the cry, Troy collapsing on the street.
“What’s wrong?” Troy demanded, crossing the room in two strides, his amber eyes scanning me like he expected to find me bleeding too.
I swallowed hard, my voice shaky. “I-I… It’s nothing. Just a nightmare.” My hands trembled as I pulled the blanket tighter around me, the images still flashing in my head, dark figures, a gunshot,
