Miles’s POV
I was inches away from Daphne—too close, if I’m being honest. But she had something in her eye, and I needed to get it out so she could see clearly. I blew gently, my lips nearly brushing her lashes. She blinked rapidly, testing if the irritation was gone.
“I think it’s gone,” she said, her eyes now wide open and searching.
I barely had a second to respond before a sharp voice cut through the air.
“What is going on here?”
Reynold.
His voice was thick with annoyance, his fists clenched at his sides. The tension in the room spiked instantly. I flinched back from Daphne, my jaw tightening as I avoided his glare. He was already assuming the worst.
Daphne turned to him, stepping forward. “Reynold, it’s not what you think. I had something in my eye, and he was just helping me
