Daphne's POV
Chaos consumed the room instantly.
Sentinels flooded through the doorway like a violent tide breaking through barriers. Isla arrived before the others, horror painted across her features in practiced strokes, and she ripped the bedding from Cyrus's mattress to cover my exposed form. The material carried his warmth and scent, which I pressed against my chest while continuing my theatrical wails.
"Tell us what occurred here!" a voice bellowed above the mayhem.
"Dear goddess, what has this beast done?"
"Remove her from his presence immediately!"
Multiple hands seized me, dragging my trembling form toward the exit. Through the crowd of bodies, I glimpsed Cyrus's expression over someone's broad shoulder. Complete shock dominated his features. His mouth moved frantically, but his words disappeared beneath the roar of outraged voices.
Then violence erupted.
