Daphne's POV
I pushed the door open and stepped inside with Mia and Tasha trailing closely behind me.
“Tell me you know of those things, Daphne!” Mia’s voice cut sharp, almost a scream, her words tumbling over the same question she had hurled at me since we left the scene at the station.
She was relentless, her fear dressed in anger.
I didn’t give her the satisfaction of an answer. My face stayed even, calm in the way I had trained it to be, though I knew she was searching for a part that knew of what was happening.
The blazer slipped from my shoulders. I hung my suit in its usual place, somewhere only I bothered to remember. I let my body fall into the chair, the leather creaking under me.
My limbs sank deep, heavy with exhaustion.
“Do you even hear yourself, Mia?” Tasha snapped
