Delilah's POV
"I'm fine," I said, even though my body was still sore and every movement reminded me of what we'd done.
Dante's hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone in that tender gesture I was learning meant more than any words. "You're covering marks."
"I have to." I resisted the urge to lean into his touch. "Someone could see."
"Good." Mateo's hand found mine, squeezing gently. "We can't stay long without raising suspicion. But training tomorrow—remember, we have to be cruel. In front of everyone."
"I know." The reminder made my stomach twist. "The note said it was an act."
"It is," Dante said firmly. "Everything we do in public is an act. What happens in private, that's real. Understand?"
I nodded, wanting desperately to kiss them both but knowing we
