Daphene frowned. They'd been subtle at the Gala. Not really making out, but there had been a few kisses here and there. She hated how fast her heart was beating, how much she wanted to throw a spell at the woman like an insulted child. She wasn't going to show the bitch how much this was affecting her. It wasn't going to happen.
Her face twisted in its anger, her tongue twitching in her mouth, pressing between her teeth. "Are you done, Davis?" She snapped, "Your message came in loud and bloody clear." It didn't mean she had followed it yet. Ginny wasn't Marcus. Then again, their relationship wasn't about marriage or love. It'd been about fun and enjoying company. Was that really worth a risk to a career?