Delilah's POV
My entire being grew cold and the kitchen seemed to go very quiet even though nothing had actually changed.
"Oh," I said and my smile felt frozen on my face. "I must have been confused then."
"Besides," Mom said with a little laugh as she turned back to her pancakes, "even if I had been home, there's no way my back could handle lifting you out of a tub. Werewolf strength doesn't mean I should go around hauling bears, I'd throw my back out for a week."
"Right, of course," I said and took another sip of coffee to hide the fact that my hands had started shaking.
If Mom hadn't been home and hadn't moved me from the tub to my bed, then who had?
I glanced toward where the brothers were standing and found Dante still eating his apple while looking at his phone, completely abso
