“Delilah Carter…” I repeated quietly, the name lingering on my tongue as if saying it again would somehow make it easier to understand.
I lowered the phone slowly, my gaze drifting across the open space until it settled on her.
She was only a few feet away.
Head slightly bowed, sleeves rolled just enough to keep them out of her way, moving with calm efficiency as she finished whatever task she had been assigned. There was nothing about her that screamed runaway from a powerful lineage or someone tied to old promises and martial alliances. She looked… normal.
Too normal.
That was what made it harder to reconcile.
The girl Magnus had just described—Amelia Langston—belonged to a world of power, obligations, and expectations. The Delilah standing in front of me looked like someone who ha
