Daphne Millbrook does everything fast.
That’s not something that began with her power manifesting; it’s been true ever since she was a little girl. She was always the first one done with her test paper. Nobody could catch her on the racetrack. And nobody quite understood how she got through as many books as she did.
She’s the same with people. It takes too long to get to know someone, to build up trust and friendship. Half the time it’s illusory anyway, so she blows through people the way she blows through traffic, too fast to catch and too clever to be crushed. There have been men, too, and they have never been anything but a fun ride ending in a fiery car crash. When it’s over, Daphne gets up and walks away from the wreckage. She doesn’t even remember their names, if she knew them to begin with.
She wouldn’t know how to give her heart away even if she wanted to. And she doesn’t. It’s a messy thing, love, like being stuck in molasses. And that’s about the worst fate she can imagine.
Daphne Millbrook does everything fast, except fall in love.
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