“Honestly, his advice worked,” Daisy continues, trying to dig him out of a hole, but he’s buried too deep. “So really, you can’t fault him for saying it if it helped me in the end.” “Seriously,” I say between clenched teeth, “if you don’t fucking tell me what he said, I’m going to flip the table.” Ryke winces and gestures to Daisy. “Just say it.” He gave her permission, but she’s still wary.
she cares about ryke
