Claire’s POV
The laughter of Daphne echoed from downstairs. It made me feel very uneasy, I knew I had to talk with someone about this.
I stood just beyond the corridor’s shadow, the children clutching at my hands, their curious eyes flicking toward the grand foyer where Gideon and Justin had been moments ago.
Daphne was gone now, her triumphant voice lingering like poison in the air. Even from a distance, I could feel her smugness—it clung to the walls like a heavy scent, impossible to shake.
“Miss Warrior?,” Leo whispered softly, tugging at my hand. “Are you alright? You look pale?” I forced a small smile, brushing a hand over his hair. “I am alright little cub, just a bit tired.”
Nova tilted her head. “Mommy don't worry Miss Daphne is gone for good, we don't have to worry about her
