True mate's bond
Troy’s POV
My mind wouldn’t let it go, replaying this morning like a bad movie. Daphne, following me? Ambrose swore it was her, but I needed to know why. Was she doubting me, scared of what she’d heard last night about my vow to end Damaris? After my meeting with Tony Smith, a Chicago client with a fat contract, I sent Ambrose back to Milo’s apartment to dig for evidence. I couldn’t wait. I had to know what pushed Daphne to tail me like some spy. Sitting in my office, the city sprawling below my skyscraper’s windows, I called the transport company myself, my patience thin as a blade.
It took seconds to get Silas, the driver, on the line, his voice wary. “I need you to be honest,” I said, no time for games. “If you value your job, you’ll answer straight.”
“Who’s this?”
