C43 The tightening grip

Antonio

Rhea had escalated her interference. I could feel it, even before anyone else did. Small missteps, whispered suggestions, that poisonous smile she wore whenever she thought she’d unsettled Daphne. And yes… I’d noticed how Daphne flinched under it, how she clenched her jaw, how her pulse quickened just slightly whenever Rhea’s shadow loomed.

I didn’t like it. Not at all