Daphne’s POV
I squinted, trying to open my eyes. My vision was blurry, and everything around me felt distant. A dull ache pulsed through my body, making me groan softly.
Miles?
My heart pounded as panic surged through me. Was he okay? I struggled to sit up, but a firm yet gentle hand stopped me.
“Easy, Daphne. You can’t stand up,” Reynold said, his voice laced with concern. I hadn’t even realized he was beside me. “You need to recover.”
“M…Miles…” I stammered, my throat dry. “Where…is he?”
“Miles is fine, okay? You don’t have to worry about him,” he reassured me, and I felt a wave of relief wash over me.
“I was worried,” he added, his voice carrying a sadness that tugged at my heart.
“I’m sorry, Reynold. I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” I said softly. “You know I’m a fighter.
