Delilah's pov
The hall outside Luna Vivian’s chamber was lit only by sconces glowing pale blue, casting shadows along the obsidian walls. Every footstep I took echoed, sharp and steady. I didn’t falter. Not tonight.
The guards barely glanced at me as I approached. They recognized me as Nickolas’s companion or a noble.
I wasn’t here for pleasantries. I was here for a future that should’ve been mine.
“She’s expecting me,” I said coolly, nodding at the tall, silver-haired guard on the left.
He opened the door with a subtle tilt of his head.
Inside, Luna Vivian reclined on a crescent-moon shaped couch, a crystal decanter of blood-red wine in her hand. Her robes shimmered like woven night, and her black hair was pinned up with silver thorns. She looked as ageless as moonlight—beautiful, u
