Delilah’s Pov
Today is a new day.
A good day.
Or at least it is going to be good. It has to be.
When I came back to the room last night, Reyna was already asleep. I just stood there, staring at myself in the mirror, not even recognizing the woman looking back at me. What has happened to me? For two years I built myself up, stone by stone, scar by scar, and now I am letting men rip me apart like I am nothing. The same reason I built myself in the first place was to never let this happen again. And I swore, right there, it will never happen again.
I started sticking my beads into my top, wrapping myself in the fabrics the way I used to before all of this mess. It felt like putting back pieces of myself I had lost.
Reyna was still sleeping, her face soft and pretty. She looked like peac
