“Delilah?” I step back, my stomach twisting. “You were her all along?”
“Yes, thanks to a fae relic from Culann.” She gestures at my neck. “Much like your necklace, it allows me to hide myself. He made that for me too, you know.”
I can barely process what she’s saying, because I have so many other questions. “Why would you hide? Is Delilah real?”
“I hid because I couldn’t exactly show up on your campus as Lilith. Delilah is one of my disguises, like Laylah. She doesn’t exist, but everything I said to you during our meetings was true otherwise.”
Laylah’s the name I was said to use whenever anyone asked about my mom. I was told demons might have heard the name, but wouldn’t know exactly who she was—unlike the name Lilith, which everyone knows.
“But why hide from me?”
She looks down, her
