Daphne's POV
The name slipped from my lips like a secret I had been holding for years, one I never thought I’d have to face again.
Scott stepped fully into the room, his boots barely making a sound on the floor. The blood dripping down his chin wasn’t even wiped away.
Tasha’s hand clutched at my arm, her nails digging into my skin, but I didn’t push her away. Her breathing hitched when Scott’s eyes swept across her, then shifted back to me.
Mia, for once, was silent, her bravado cut short by the reality of the creature standing before us.
“Still dramatic as ever, Daphne,” Scott said, his voice smooth, unhurried. The way his fangs glistened made my guard’s death feel like nothing more than an afterthought to him. “And still so quick to mistake me for Elijah. My little brother must r
