She glanced at Grace, who stood stone-faced, her expression icy. "Grace, Daniel's your mate. You're just standing there while he's getting attacked for no reason?"
Grace let out a bitter laugh, her eyes mocking. "You're so worried about my mate, Sophia, but where's the concern for your own?"
Sophia's heart skipped, a sense of things spiraling out of control. Catherine looked at her, disappointment etched deep. "Sophia, you've let us down."
Daniel's gaze darted to Grace, who now looked at him with nothing but disgust. His confidence wavered. "Grace, what's this about? There's got to be a misunderstanding. We're mates—you owe me a chance to explain." He hesitated, then tested the waters. "Did Andrew say something? He's got it out for me, but I can clear it up."
Sophia's anger flared. So
