Reynold’s POV
“Would you relax? There’s no one here,” I snapped, irritation simmering beneath my words. Anna kept glancing over her shoulder like a paranoid wreck. “You were the one who called me to meet—so why the hell are you acting so tense?”
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her voice strained. “I can’t keep pretending anymore. I’m not comfortable—I just sit in that room all day feeling trapped. I’m losing it, Reynold.”
I scoffed. “You could’ve at least worn your damn bald cap,” I muttered, the bitterness in my tone unmistakable. “Have you even done what I asked? No. So why are you talking about quitting?”
Her jaw tightened. “It’s not as easy as I thought it would be. Getting rid of Daphne… it’s hard, okay? And somehow, my brother actually loves her. He doesn’t even quest
