Verret’s Pov
It had been days—long, dull, suffocating days—since Delilah had begged me to let her go.
And since then, silence had taken her place.
No more fiery words.
No more defiance.
No more spirit.
Just quiet.
At first, I thought her silence was a victory—peace, finally. But it wasn’t peace. It was emptiness.
And gods, I hated emptiness.
This morning, I walked down the marble stairs, my boots echoing softly in the stillness of the manor. I didn’t expect her to be there. She rarely came to the dining table these days unless she was summoned. But there she was…sitting straight-backed, eyes on her plate, her hair falling over her shoulder like a soft curtain of fire.
She looked up briefly when I entered. “Good morning,” she said.
Her voice was gentle, almost distant.
I only n
