Emily’s POV

"What... the actual fuck is going on here?"

Victoria’s voice didn't scream at first. It was a low, vibrating hiss that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Panic surged through me like an electric shock. I scrambled off the couch, my knees wobbling so badly I nearly collapsed onto the carpet. I yanked my dress down over my hips and lunged for the thrown cashmere sweater on the floor, clutching it against my chest like a shield.

Daniel moved with terrifying speed, stepping directly in front of me, shielding my trembling body with his broad back as he fastened his dark jeans.

"Victoria,"...