26-It's The Gesture

~Daphne’s Point of View~

~What the hell Daphne,” Vance shouted, as he flicked the liquid off of his bare chest.

I turned my eyes back to my breakfast plate and acted like I hadn’t just thrown my orange juice at him. I stabbed at my eggs and shoveled them in my mouth. After seeing Liam last night I barely slept. I was too pissed off. It was obvious that going to the shifter royals was pointless so my only option was to go to the fairies and beg. Though I had no clue how to find them, how to find one I needed that could get me the fuck out of here.

The prospect of being homeless on the streets of New York suddenly sounded a hell of a lot better than being stuck here. I wasn’t about to let strangers essentially decide the rest of my life. The very least … oh and I mean the VERY damn least these men could do is try to meet me halfway. I didn’t know completely what that meant but it seems like I’m the only one making a sacrifice here. Being forced to have a child I know perfectly well I