Chapter 43
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Daphne
Ishould’ve known that something was wrong when the coffee shop sounds around me became muted. But it didn’t register at first because I was in deep conversation with Travis.
Realizing how unusually quiet it was around me, I looked up.
The place was bustling as normal, but it seemed as if everything was on the other side of a warbled piece of glass.
People’s features were slightly blurred, and the signs on the walls were hard to read.
I couldn’t even tell if the cat-shifter in line was a tiger or a leopard.
It was as if I were inside a bubble looking out. Or in a dream. Even stranger was that everyone seemed to be going about their business as if they couldn’t see me.
And that was when I saw him.
With his legs crossed and coffee cup in hand, Mr. Griffin sat at the table next to me, his features crystal clear. He was on my side of the bubble-thingie. Pharma-Douche in the flesh.
He’d found me.
“Hello, Daphne,” he said with that smooth, every-woman-wants-me-because-I’m-a-rich-ass-son-of-a-bitch smile on his lips.
The phone slipped from my hands and clattered to the floor.