Delilah's POV
I went straight to my room and tried to calm my racing heart. The image of Mateo wiping blood from his mouth with that dark, hungry expression wouldn't leave my mind.
A soft knock came an hour later.
"Delilah?" Mom's voice. "Can we finalize plans for tomorrow? I want to leave early for the bookstore before it gets crowded."
Tomorrow. The bookstore trip. I'd almost forgotten amid everything else.
"Sure, Mom. What time?"
"Let's leave by eight. We'll find something perfect for Ryker, I just know it. Get some rest, honey."
Her footsteps faded down the hall and I lay in bed that night staring at the ceiling, Mateo's dark promise still burning in my mind. Tomorrow felt like walking into another trap, but I couldn't tell Mom that. Couldn't explain why leaving the house terrif
