Delilah’s Pov
The garden had become my favorite escape.
The soft hum of bees, the sweet perfume of blooming roses, and the gardener quietly tending the flowers, it all gave me a sense of peace I hadn’t felt in a long while.
Peace. That was rare for me.
It’s been days, if not weeks, since Malric started his ridiculous mission of “getting to know me better.” As much as I tried to make it difficult for him, he was… trying. Taking me out, showing me Velmora, even making me laugh in the strangest moments. The last time he took me into town, I could hardly walk the streets because of the way people stared at me. And through it all, he kept his promise, not once laying a hand on me.
And yet… my body remembered him.
That dinner. That night when he sat across from me looking so irritatingly
