The door crashed open, and Grant barreled in.
His eyes locked on Delilah, surrounded by flames, and without a second thought, he scooped her up and bolted outside.
I watched their silhouettes vanish into the smoke as the fire licked at my skirt.
Gritting my teeth, I scrambled to my feet, stumbling through the inferno to escape. But outside, a scene froze my blood—Delilah, perfectly fine, nestled in Grant's arms, sobbing dramatically. "Helena must hate me for taking the main courtyard. She tried to burn me alive…"
Grant's gaze snapped to me, cold as ice, as I staggered out. "If you didn't want to swap courtyards, you could've just said so. Why try to hurt Delilah?"
I trembled, not from the biting wind but from the sheer blindness of this wolf. "She started the fire herself."
"Ridiculo
