Verret’s Pov
The house was finally quiet.
Only the faint crackle from the fireplace and the sharp smell of blood reminded me that the fight had been real.
I stood in the middle of the living room, shirt half-torn, blood splattered across my arms. Delilah hadn’t moved from where I’d left her. She was standing by the wall, trembling, eyes fixed on me like I was something feral that had just crawled out of the dark.
“Delilah…” My voice came out softer than I intended.
She blinked once. Twice. Then whispered, “You killed them.”
“Yes,” I said simply.
She flinched, hugging her arms. “You didn’t even hesitate.”
“They wanted to hurt you.” I took a step closer. She took a step back. Figures. “And you think I’d stand there and watch?”
Her throat bobbed. “I didn’t ask you to—”
“I didn’t ne
