The Parasite

DAPHNE

I stepped forward, my arms crossed tightly over my chest, my expression hard as I leveled my gaze at Vanessa. The air in the kitchen was thick with tension, the scent of the half-prepared meal lingering in the air, mixing with the sharpness of my anger.

Vanessa turned to face me fully, her chin tilted upward, her arms loosely folded in front of her as if she was completely unbothered by my