Davina's POV
Irvin... would see me?
That single thought sent my stomach into violent knots, nausea rising so fast I nearly lost it right there.
I wanted to shriek, to sob, to rip apart everything around me if it meant stopping this nightmare.
My breathing came in sharp, rapid bursts, my throat raw from fighting just to get air.
Did he realize I was here?
My panicked gaze darted between Louise and Barnaby, desperately scanning their expressions for clues, for tells, for any hint of what they knew.
Had they already informed him?
They must have.
Obviously they had. What other reason could there be for this disaster?
Jesus. I had to get out. I had to bolt before Irvin appeared, before his gaze found me, before the secret I'd buried so completely got ripped into the open.
This was impossible. Not now. Not this way.
All I'd wanted was to help. Nothing more. To give Louise a heads up, to assist...
But instead... now I was being labeled a traitor?
