Delilah's POV
I continue to pace about the room, worried. Cecile left me about thirty minutes ago and she hasn't been back. I wonder if she's okay? What exactly is going on?
Worry lines trace over my forehead. Hundreds of thoughts barrage my mind at once. Where's the general? Is he fine?
A sharp pain courses through my head and I hold it, groaning. It has been like this since I first stood up from the bed. Cecile says the pain is due to the impact of the rogue hitting me.
It's been hours now, and I've been resting. When will I get better? I put my hands on my waist and let out a sigh.
The door to the room opens and Cecile rushes in. Quickly, she locks the door behind herself and goes to sit on the bed. She's breathing fast and her right hand is placed over her chest.
"What happened?
