Verret’s Pov
It had been days…days of Delilah proving to me that stubbornness was her only true talent. She barely came out of her chambers.
She refused the maids, refused the food, refused everything. The only way I managed to keep her alive was by practically forcing her to eat. Me. Verret. The one people feared to look at directly. Feeding someone like a caretaker. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
What was happening to me?
There were hundreds, maybe thousands, who would beg to be in her position, who would die for it. Yet here she was, tossing it back in my face, clawing at my patience simply because she wanted to go back to her mate. Her mate. Who was this mate that could be worth all this chaos? I didn’t even know why I was asking myself that. Why I cared.
Why I was… drawn.
Delilah
