Chapter 311
Daphne
I watch the news coverage from my phone, curled up in bed.
Vincent's face, pale and wild, being mobbed by reporters outside the hospital. The way he shoved through the crowd, the raw panic in his eyes, the utter humiliation of it all.
I'm worried he's going to kill himself. Can he handle this much? The loss of control, the public shame, the complete unraveling of everything he built?
Well. I set down my phone, staring at the ceiling. That's one way to break the harem.
[Host!]
I ignore the System and slip out of bed.
The mansion is quiet at this hour. Everyone asleep, or pretending to be. My bare feet make no sound on the cold floors as I navigate the familiar path to her room.
This reminds me of another lifetime. Sneaking into the Duchess's room in the dead of night.
Some things never change, do they?
I reach her door. Try the handle. Unlocked.
I slip inside, quick and quiet, closing it behind me with a soft click.
