Delilah’s Pov
The maid’s hands were gentle, almost too gentle, as she worked the ache out of my arms and shoulders.
I sat there, silent, staring into nothing. The pain was dull, bearable, nothing my wolf blood couldn’t heal by morning. But it wasn’t the soreness that kept me still. It was the weight of this place. The walls, the silence, the constant reminder that I wasn’t free.
When the maid finished, she lowered her gaze respectfully. “You should rest, my lady. No stress, no strain. If you’d like, you may dine here in your chamber… or join Lord Verret and Lord Ramon in the dining hall.”
The obvious choice was here, where I could pretend the world beyond this room didn’t exist. But then, an idea bloomed, reckless and stupid. I had plenty of those. Stupid plans were all I had left, a
