Seeing Delilah smile at this young man made my heart burn instantly jealous. Vincent cleared his throat, forcing my anger to subside, and at that moment, Delilah turned to me.
"King Elijah."
It was Michael, the Bishop's son, paying his respects to me.
It had been a long time since I'd last seen him. Now, he had grown into a young man. Somehow, he felt like a threat—for being too close to my mate. Delilah was mine!
"If you'll excuse me, I need to change," Michael said hastily.
I nodded, and he quickly left. My focus shifted back to Delilah—and hers, too. Looking into her eyes made me melt instantly. I wanted to cup her face and taste her soft, sweet lips.
But all I could do was clench my fists and keep my distance. I couldn't let Delilah get hurt again, and staying here would only put
