Daphne's POV
Quinn's smile stretched wider across his face. "I heard about what happened to you." He spoke with the same casual tone he might use to comment on the weather. "If you had been self-sufficient instead of depending on others, you probably wouldn't have found yourself in such a mess."
My fingers curled into fists before I forced them to relax. I kept my breathing steady through sheer willpower.
He wasn't wrong. That was the most infuriating part - he was completely right.
If I hadn't needed Cyrus's help, I wouldn't have been forced to kill him. If Cyrus's death hadn't left me trapped in its aftermath, I wouldn't be an Omega now. I wouldn't be standing in this gallery, pretending to appreciate art while my future father-in-law - who was undoubtedly far more dangerous than me - casually defended unspeakable acts.
"I don't know if my pack was involved, but was yours? You seem particularly interested in healers."
