Miles’s POV
I kept giving her air, pressing my mouth to hers, hoping she’d start breathing properly again. Pulling back, I watched her face, searching for any sign that the panic had eased. Her chest rose and fell, but she was still frozen, unresponsive.
“Do you feel any better now?” I asked, my voice tight with concern.
No answer. She just stood there, stiff as a statue.
“Daphne?” My hands gripped her shoulders. I shook her lightly. “Are you listening?”
She blinked, finally snapping out of it, her wide eyes locking onto mine. But instead of relief, her face twisted into a frown.
“Why did you kiss me?” she snapped, irritation flaring in her tone.
What?
“You don’t have the right to just kiss me!” she added, crossing her arms.
“Hold up—wait a minute.” I threw my hands up. “You think
