บท 91: Recreating Miracles

The sinking feeling in Daphne's chest arrived like an unwelcome visitor, a heavy weight that settled upon her heart. Time seemed to stretch, the world slowing around her as the realization dawned that the person she had been discussing stood silently behind her. 

A chill ran down her spine, the air thickening with tension as she slowly turned back to look at where Maisie pointed at. Or rather, who.

In that moment, the air thickened with tension, every beat of her heart reverberating with the echo of vulnerability and the lingering knowledge that they were no longer alone and their conversation was no longer private.

"Just can't keep still, can you?" Bram sneered.