*Daphne*
The stunned look on Alistair’s face was enough to answer her question. The white’s of his eyes grew while his lips parted. But not a sound came out.
Daphne felt her insides twist and churn with an overwhelming sense of dread. He kept holding her like it was the only thing rooting her to the ground. But her instincts were telling her to get away.
His voice was broken and hoarse in his throat. “Daphne.”
She shook her head and tried to pull herself free from his grasp. But Alistair wasn’t allowing it. He tightened his hold into a bruising grip and sucked a sharp breath in.
“Let me go,” she whispered.
“No,” he said desperately.
“A-Alistair.”
He shook his head frantically. His chest started to heave in distress as she continued to try and pull away. “You need to hear me out,” he told her.
“I’ve heard enough,” she cried.