Daphne’s POV
I scoffed, a cold smirk tugging at my lips. “What’s the matter, Thea? You look like you’re in a lot of pain,” I said, watching her squirm.
“I’m fine. I just… I really need to use the toilet,” she muttered before rushing off in a panic.
Pathetic.
“Useless,” I muttered under my breath. I grabbed my purse and rose from my seat. “This is the last time I ever step foot in this place,” I added, brushing imaginary dust off my jacket.
But just as I turned to leave, Miles grabbed my wrist gently but firmly, stopping me.
“We can’t just leave like this, Daphne,” he said, fury simmering in his voice. “Thea tried to poison your food. That’s not something we can just ignore.”
I looked at him, the fire in his eyes, and offered him a soft smile—one that didn’t quite reach mine. “You do
