Delilah’s POV
The sound was the first thing that made me freeze. A low moan, breathy, heavy, wrong. I blinked, thinking I must have misheard. But when I pushed the library door wider, I saw it.
Reyna. On the desk. Cory between her legs, his fingers moving in ways I didn’t even want to process. Her head thrown back, lips parted, a sound tearing from her throat that would never, ever be mistaken for pain.
I stood there—pale, still, almost forgetting how to breathe. My mind tried to deny it, but my eyes refused to. This wasn’t some shadow trick. This was real.
When they finally noticed me, it was chaos. Reyna gasped, shoving Cory away, stumbling to cover herself, her face a mixture of guilt and shame. Cory only smirked like the devil himself, no apology in his eyes.
I didn’t wait for exp
