“Delilah Carter…” I repeated under my breath, the name echoing differently now that I knew what it really meant.
I lowered the phone slowly, my eyes drifting across the space until they landed on her again. She was just a few feet away, completely unaware of the storm that had just been dropped into my life.
She looked the same as always—focused, composed, quietly going about her work. There was nothing about her that hinted at a hidden past tied to powerful families, broken alliances, and obligations that stretched back generations.
It didn’t match.
And yet, it had to be true.
I lifted the phone back to my ear.
“I don’t need the money,” I said calmly.
There was a brief pause on the other end.
“Then what do you want?” Magnus asked.
“I want something else from you,” I replied.
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