Chapter 219
Poppy
I sit in the carriage fuming.
I was having a blast—actually enjoying myself for once—until Felix had to swoop in and ruin everything yesterday. Typical. The man can dance with half the ballroom like it's his personal stage, but the moment I try to have fun, he suddenly remembers I exist.
At least it was only my night that got wrecked. Because judging from the way Nima looks right now… something definitely happened between those two.
She's sitting across from me, face flushed pink, ears twitching at every bump in the road. She won't even meet my eyes. It's like her whole body is one big nervous tic.
And Daphne? Oh, Daphne's having the time of her life. The panther sits there lounging like the world belongs to her, her tail lazily curled across Nima's lap, her arm draped over the backrest behind her. Every little touch is bolder than the last. Fingers brushing Nima's shoulder. A claw tracing the curve of her arm.
It's not subtle at all.
