Victor’s POV
“Daisy, fighting this will just make it worse and keep it alive longer,” I explained. “People are going to believe what they want no matter what we say.”
“You are underestimating the situation,” she argued. “We need to do something. I can’t even turn my phone on without getting nasty prank calls, and somebody roasted my car!”
I tried to put my arms around her, but she pulled away from me. “Sweetheart, giving it air will keep it going.”
“You’re going to wait until it’s too late,” Daisy said, her eyes flashing with anger. “Are you paying attention to what’s happening to us?”
She turned and put her hands on my chest. “They want to take the leadership away from you. They hound me wherever I go and on TV and in the newspapers. We must do something!”
Her incredible green eyes
