Delilah’s POV
It’s been a week since I came here.
I don’t even know how to explain what I feel anymore. Everyone treats me like I’m some kind of goddess. They bring me food, new dresses, even jewelry I never asked for. They bow whenever I pass like I’m someone important.
But him… Malric.
I thought… I don’t know, I thought there would be more. Maybe the craving he once talked about. Maybe the fire. Maybe… s*x. Anything. Something.
But nothing.
In seven whole days, I’ve only seen him two times. And even those times, it’s like he isn’t there. He’s distant. Cold. He doesn’t look at me the way I want him to. And when he does, there’s something dark in his eyes, like he’s carrying the whole world on his shoulders.
I don’t know if I should be happy he hasn’t touched me… or sad that he hasn
