Miles’s POV
I scanned the room, heart pounding. Something was off—Daphne’s gentle smile directed at Reynold sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was witnessing the beginning of something terrible.
“Reynold, there’s blood on you. What happened?” Daphne’s voice trembled with genuine concern as she leaned in, her eyes fixed on him.
Reynold offered a dismissive smile. “It’s nothing serious—a minor injury. No need to worry.” The smirk tugged at his lips, and I felt my fist tighten involuntarily.
I turned to Daphne, my tone surprisingly calm despite the storm inside me. “Daphne, do you remember what happened?” Her confused glance met mine.
“Miles, I can’t explain it. One moment, I was promising to cook for Grandfather, and then… everything went blank.” Her words
