Daphne’s POV
Panic clawed at my chest. She’s giving him her phone. No, no, no—this is bad. My mind raced, searching for an escape, but there was none. Miles would be furious. He would never forgive me. Maybe Reynold—eventually—but me? Never.
Grandfather took the phone, and I braced myself for his reaction. Anger? Suspicion? But instead, he smiled. Not just a small smirk, but a full, genuine smile. My stomach twisted.
“Are you even listening to me?” Miles’ sharp voice cut through my thoughts.
I flinched, turning to him. His narrowed eyes burned into me.
“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” He exhaled, rubbing his temple.
“I’m sorry, what were you talking about?” I asked, my voice smaller than I intended.
He rolled his eyes. “Never mind.” With a firm grip, he grabbed my wrist, le
