I felt Myra flinch in my arms, felt Caleb bristle beside me, and every instinct screamed to bare my teeth. But I didn’t. I would not give Delilah the satisfaction of seeing me reduced to claws and fury. Not here. Not in front of the children.
“She is not worthy.” Delilah said
The sound stiffened Myra in my arms, froze Caleb’s giggle, and turned Elijah’s face grim.
I looked up.
Delilah glided forward, her hand clung to Vincent’s arm with a possessiveness that screamed louder than words. Her lips curved in a smile sharp enough to wound, her eyes burning with hostility she didn’t bother to mask.
“How improper,” she said smoothly, the words sweetened for the audience but sour underneath. “The Alpha’s daughter clinging to a woman with no name, no standing. Tell me, herbalist —don’t you thi
