Daphne's POV
Mia was bent over my hands, carefully painting my nails in that pearly shade she swore brought out my skin tone, while Tasha’s fingers kneaded down the tightness in my shoulders.
For a moment, I almost let myself relax. Almost.
Then Tasha leaned close, her voice deliberately low, carrying that sly curiosity she never bothered to hide. “Don’t you ever wonder what Alpha Killian might be doing with Isla right now?”
Her words stung sharper than the nail file Mia had used moments ago. I snapped upright, heat rushing into my face, the calm I’d forced myself into scattering in an instant.
“I should go to his house,” I muttered, already pushing off the chair.
Mia didn’t even glance up, just sighed through her nose and said, “Remember, he told you not to step foot in his house u
