Delilah’s Pov
The room was silent, but their eyes were not. Both Seraphine and Isolde stood there, staring at me as though I were prey. My skin prickled under their gazes, but I forced myself to straighten, meeting them head-on.
“Well,” I said, folding my arms across my chest, “I think I’ll be going too. The two of you look like wolves ready to bite me. And since you are practically wolves, I’d rather not take my chances.”
They didn’t answer immediately, at least not with words. They laughed. Low at first, then louder, sharper, until the sound bordered on madness. Their laughter echoed off the walls like a taunt.
Seraphine tilted her head, her eyes gleaming. “Who would want to bite you? You’re as bitter as you look on the inside. Why would anyone bite something so bitter?”
Isolde chu
