Verret’s Pov
I was already prepared for the ceremony.
They were going to hold it down at Moonridge, a ceremonial feast that only the elite few were invited to. It was supposed to be an honor, an honor for them that I even agreed to come.
I never wanted to. I hate ceremonies, the fake smiles, the formalities, the flattery. But since Delilah had been giving me the silent treatment for days, I decided I wanted to go.
With her.
Maybe she would finally break character today. Maybe I’d hear her voice beyond that lifeless “thank you for the meal.”
I found myself dressing quickly, for once not the last to arrive anywhere. Ridiculous, really.
But I wanted to see her sooner.
I craved her presence like a madman.
That was stupid.
And I knew it.
I didn’t even understand this… thing growing
