Chapter 259

DAPHNE'S POV

The silence in the penthouse was suffocating. Every second that ticked by on the marble grandfather clock felt like a tight loop pulling around my neck.

Time was running out, and I could feel the ground slipping away beneath us.

I paced back and forth across the floor, my heels clicking sharply against the polished tile, my fingers clutching my phone so hard my knuckles were white.