I entered Elijah's chamber and immediately felt the warmth of his presence. He was sitting in bed, looking pale and weak but otherwise unharmed. Thank goodness.
Healers moved about the room, checking on the king, while Bishop and, of course, Catherine remained by his side.
The she-wolf watched me with suspicion, her gaze sharp and judgmental. I could feel the weight of her scrutiny, but I didn't care. My attention was solely on the King—he was the one who had summoned me. Let Catherine curse me all she wanted.
"Delilah, come here," Elijah called.
I bowed in respect as I stood at his bedside, though all I wanted to do was hug him. The emotions welling up inside me were overwhelming; my chest felt like it was going to explode.
"I'm relieved you're safe, Delilah," Elijah said weakly. "I
