Doubts and faith
Daphne’s POV
My heart pounded so loud I swore it’d give me away, the shadows closing in as the shattered glass glittered on the tiles, a stupid mistake that had uncovered me from my hiding.
I had heard too much. Troy’s voice had been cold and lethal, vowing to make tomorrow Damaris’s last day. Was this the man I loved, the one who’d saved me from muggers, paid Mom’s bills, and promised to keep me from prison? Or was Kate right, her warnings screaming in my head.
Troy’s a mafia king, Daphne, a devil in a suit.
I didn’t know what to feel. Anger, fear, or betrayal? I tried to force a smile, but it felt wrong, like wearing a mask on a scream. He would know immediately that I had heard something I shouldn't.
The kitchen door swung open, and Ambrose burst in, his gun gli
