Brynn
I was still burning inside when we stepped back into the castle. The heavy doors shut behind us with a thud, echoing through the vast living room like a war drum. I didn’t even wait for Frynn; the fury rolling through me needed an outlet, and I knew exactly where it would land.
The girls. Daisy and Mia.
They walked in before us, side by side, quiet but defiant, as if their silence would shield them from what was coming. Daisy’s chin was tilted upward in that haughty way of hers, her coldness like armor.
Mia, on the other hand, looked smaller, guilty even, but not nearly enough for my liking. They had put themselves in danger tonight, real danger, and all I could see when I looked at them was how close I had come to losing them both.
“Sit,” I growled, pointing at the velvet couc
