Delilah’s POV
I didn’t understand what was happening anymore. One second, Verret had been in the dining hall, smirking and mocking me as if I were nothing more than a game piece on his board. The next, he simply left. Just stood and walked out, as though our conversation, our silent battle of wills, meant absolutely nothing to him.
It left me restless, furious, and desperate to escape.
The house was enormous…too enormous. Every corridor twisted into another, the walls stretching higher than my eyes could follow, decorated with portraits that seemed to watch me as I moved. I hated it. I hated him for leaving me here. I hated myself for sitting quietly when I should have bolted the first chance I got.
So I did.
I slipped out of the dining hall and into the nearest hallway. My heart thun
