Chapter 332
Daphne
[Host, don't do it.]
The System's voice cuts through the red haze clouding my vision.
My fingers relax around the fork. I set it down carefully, deliberately, before I do something I can't take back,like stab my brother with it.
Vivienne won't look at me. Her eyes are fixed on her plate, her hands folded in her lap, her entire body radiating tension.
And across the table, Damien sits with the smug, victorious look of a man who thinks he's won something.
So he knows.
He knows about us. Or at least, he suspects enough to make a move. The rushed wedding. The public claim. The way he looked at her when he said "darling"—like she's a possession he's reclaiming.
How did he know?
Granted, we haven't exactly been careful sneaking around. But still—Damien shouldn't have noticed. He's been too busy with the main character, too wrapped up in his own world, too blind.
Unless someone told him.
