Delilah's POV
The forest was dark away from the bonfire's glow, and I had to move carefully to avoid tripping over roots and rocks in my formal dress. The sounds of celebration faded behind me as I followed the path deeper into the trees, my heart pounding and my hands still shaking from what had just happened.
What was I doing? Following two men who'd spent months destroying me into the dark forest where no one could see or hear what happened?
But my feet kept moving because I was done with confusion and cryptic warnings and not understanding why they'd defended me so violently after tormenting me for months.
I needed answers even if getting them killed me.
I heard voices ahead, low and vicious, and I slowed my steps while moving as quietly as possible through the underbrush.
"—can'
