Delilah’s Pov
It’s been days.
Days since that night. Days since Malric’s cold hands touched my skin, days since his voice wrapped around me like smoke, dark and consuming.
And yet, I could still feel him. I hated it.
I hated that I touched myself every night thinking of him. Hated that the memory of him lingered on me like a curse. It scared me, how much control he had over me without even being here. He said he would come back for me, that this time, he’d take me with him… but he hasn’t.
Maybe he changed his mind.
Maybe I’m nothing more than a passing distraction to the Lycan King.
I shook the thought away and focused on the man sitting across from me, an old villager I was treating.
“Take this two times a day,” I said, handing him a small vial of pale-blue liquid. “Exactly eight
