Delilah turned sharply, her gaze locking with Marco’s.
A sly grin played at his lips as he leaned against the doorframe, clearly amused.
She swallowed, caught in the moment, but quickly masked her reaction.
"I was just… curious," she replied, her voice steady despite her racing heartbeat.
Marco chuckled, a glint of something dangerous and thrilling in his eyes.
Without another word, Delilah turned and continued to her bedroom, her cheeks warming under his gaze.
Once inside, she took a deep breath, steadying herself.
She changed into her nightgown, then opened the drawer of her nightstand, intending to check on her black book.
To her relief, it was still there, untouched.
But beside it, a small velvet-colored jewelry box caught her eye.
Frowning, she picked it up, her pulse
