Daphne’s POV
I couldn’t make sense of his words—what was Reynold even trying to say? It had to be him acting strange again. That was the only explanation. I told myself not to dwell on it, not to let it get to me. I opened my mouth to speak, but the door swung open and Miles rushed in.
“Daphne!” he called out, already moving toward me. He shoved Reynold aside without a second thought and dropped to a crouch beside my bed. His hand found my hair, gently brushing it back as his eyes scanned my face, wide with worry.
“Are you alright?” he asked, his voice thick with fear. “I’m so sorry it took me so long—I got carried away and I—”
His words stumbled over each other, but I wasn’t really listening anymore. My eyes had drifted past him—landing on Bianca, who stood silently behind him.
“What
