An unexpected call
Daphne's POV
I held the card and read, “‘Would you love to go dining? If yes, find the last card. If no, go to your room, whining.’” I laughed, the poetic rhymes making it all too funny.
He was everything; my hero, my love, my home. Cassie could take her mate bond and shove it down her throat. Troy was mine, and I would never let him go.
The final instruction led to Troy’s bedroom, the one place in the penthouse that felt like paradise. A large master bedroom with literally everything, even an in-built office. I pushed open the door, the room dim with soft light filtering through silk curtains, the king-sized bed draped in straightened, navy linens.
On it sat two designer bags, their logos glinting. They were obviously high-end and exclusive. The kind of luxury I
