Daisy's eyes flickered with something dangerously close to panic, her gaze moving quickly before settling on Damon as if silently begging him to step in, to say something, anything that would steer this conversation away from a direction she clearly wasn't prepared to face.
And Damon understood immediately.
Not just the fear in her eyes, but the unspoken line he wasn't supposed to cross.
Seraphine had made that clear.
Daisy wasn't to be exposed now, not until Ravyn had experienced even a fraction of the pain Seraphine had gone through. So Damon moved spoke smoothly, naturally.
"Ravyn," he said, his tone calm, almost casual despite the tension lingering in the room, "Bryan is here."
That alone was enough to steer things slightly, but he didn't stop there.
"And it's obvious Daisy hasn't been practicing for a while," he continued, his words measured, carefully neutral. "If anything, she'd need proper training before getting anywhere near a patient."
