Chapter 164 - Raffaele POV
Daphne is volatile these days. Each time we make progress—another ally secured, another threat neutralized—she merely looks on, quiet and unreadable. She jokes less. Laughs even less than that. And her eyes... they're filled with fury and rage.
It's definitely not about the estate catching flames.She didn't care about the Castellano estate, not really. The day after the fire, she'd sipped her espresso and smirked, "Well, at least those god-awful portraits of the old dons are gone."
But now? The smallest slight seems to send her over the edge. She's not reckless—no, never that—but her temper is coiled tight and sharp, like a blade honed too thin. One wrong word, one wrong look, and she explodes. Not unpredictably. Precisely. Strategically. Violently.
