Delilah’s eyes narrowed as she jabbed at the training dummy in the hidden room, her gloves a sharp contrast to the smooth skin of her wrists.
Each punch landed with force, her body tense and focused.
Helen and Ruby watched nearby, exchanging glances as they waited for her to finish her set.
"She’s right," Helen said, breaking the silence. "Elijah Wolfe is well guarded. Mrs. Layla wasn’t exaggerating."
Delilah straightened, brushing a stray strand of hair back as she met Helen’s gaze. "That’s why we’re going in prepared. Ruby, you’ll handle the drink."
Ruby grinned, rolling her shoulders as if she were already in character for her role. "I’ve got it covered. By the time he’s home, he’ll feel like he’s carrying lead in his veins."
Delilah smirked, giving a nod of approval. "Let’s go
