Delilah’s Pov
Heading home felt… strange. The rumble of the carriage wheels against the dirt road should’ve been comforting, but instead, it felt like an echo of defeat. My plan was supposed to work. I was supposed to get close to Malric, learn everything about him, then dismantle his world from the inside out. That was the goal. That was always the goal.
And yet… somewhere along the way, my plan started defeating me instead.
That’s why I had to leave.
I needed to breathe. I needed space. I needed to prepare myself better. Because Malric wasn’t the type of man you could take down with simple tricks and whispered lies. No, he was something else entirely. Something dangerous.
I sat curled in the carriage, knees tucked close, journal resting on my lap. I’d spent hours scribbling thoughts
