"Check! Check what happened to her face, now! Call Miles, I need him right now!"
Theo's voice thundered through the room, sharp and commanding, ricocheting off the walls.
He staggered back a step, pressing both hands to his temples.
"This fucking headache!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
His breathing came in short, uneven bursts. The room spun and he continued staggering.
"Sir…" Marla's voice wavered, her calm already fraying. She rushed forward and grabbed his arm, trying to steady him. "Sir, you're burning up. You're not well. Please sit down... just for a second."
But Theo pulled away, shaking his head violently, eyes wild.
"Did someone hurt her?" he snapped. "Her lips are bruised. Who touched her?"
"Sir, you need to breathe—"
"Call Miles! Now!"
His voice cracked on the last word. He couldn't tell what hurt more, his head splitting open or the image of Daisy's face as she walked away from him.
