Evie woke late the next morning to find Delilah sitting in the chair by the fire, reading a book.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Delilah said with a knowing smile. "Gideon asked me to stay with you while he deals with pack business."
Evie sat up, pushing hair out of her face. "What time is it?"
"Almost noon," Delilah said. "You needed the sleep after last night's excitement."
Evie touched her throat. The bruises were still there, tender and dark. "Where is Gideon?"
"Interrogating the prisoners with Maxwell and Jayden," Delilah said. "They have been at it for hours. Whatever those rogues told them, it was bad. Gideon looked furious when he left your room this morning."
"Do you know what they said?"
"Not yet," Delilah admitted. "But Victoria called an emergency council meeting for this a
