Delilah had long known this question would come, so when it finally did, she didn't bat an eye.
She wiped the blood from her fingers, bit by bit, with a damp cloth, then lifted her gaze to meet Gavin's with unnerving calm.
"Gavin Vance, have you ever really stopped to think about how I ended up in this body, with this identity?"
He jolted, as if the thought had only just crashed into him for the very first time.
Since their reunion, he'd instinctively treated the woman before him as the same person from his memories, never once digging into her wildly different origins.
His heart had already branded her as the one he'd pined for all those years, so he never bothered to unravel the truth beneath.
But today, watching her fight, that cold, lethal edge, a world apart from the gentle, so
