Daphne’s POV
“Miles!” I gasped, eyes widening as I caught sight of him collapsed on the cold hospital floor. My fingers instinctively let go of Reynold’s arm, and I lurched forward—only to stumble. My legs, still weak, betrayed me. Before I could fall, Reynold caught me.
“What the hell is going on?” My voice cracked with panic and anger. “Why is he on the floor?”
The doctor and nurse sprang into action, lifting Miles back onto the bed with practiced urgency. I hobbled closer, clinging to Reynold for support.
“Miles, you’re awake,” I breathed, voice trembling as tears spilled down my cheeks. Relief hit me like a wave, heavy and overwhelming. “I knew you wouldn’t leave me.”
But his eyes—sharp, alert, and burning—weren’t filled with joy. He stared past my tears, past my words, at the way
