Delilah's POV
Margaret looked between us with confusion. "Dante, this is Delilah. She's been studying healing arts and I was just showing her around."
"Studying," he repeated. His storm gray eyes stayed locked on mine. "But she didn't finish, did she? She didn't even graduate."
My face burned with humiliation.
"She was only three days away," Margaret said carefully. "She completed her training."
"Had to leave," Dante corrected. His lips curved into a cruel smile. "Is that what we're calling getting rejected and kicked out?"
Margaret's warm expression faltered. She looked at me with new wariness like she was seeing me differently now. "Rejected?"
I wanted to disappear. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.
"Her own fated mate didn't want her," Dante continued conversat
