Jefferson’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. Daphne tensed, expecting him to lash out at her— “Gabriella, you need to leave.” He spoke with a sharp, unmistakable authority, something he’d picked up in his days as Acting King. Gabriella put a hand on one hip, all pretense of civility gone. “Are you serious? Your fiancée cheated on you and you’re angry at me?”
Oh you BITCH
