Daisy didn't sound as confident as she had hoped, and as soon as the word 'No' left her mouth, an inexplicable unease twisted in her gut.
It was a strange feeling, disconcerting and unsettling. It was as if her instincts were raising an alarm, a quiet whisper of caution against her rational judgment. She tried to shake off the sensation, but it clung to her, casting a thin veil of apprehension over her decision.
She found herself studying Lord Blackthorne again, a peculiar mix of fear and curiosity welling within her. She wondered what lay behind his composed facade, what secrets hid in the depths of his steely gaze. The mystery surrounding him was both intriguing and intimidatingโa dangerous allure that she couldn't ignore.
But what choice did she have? What did she plan to do if she refused? Where would she go because even her father would snap and want to throw her out?
