Delilah's POV
I stared at Mateo as he stood in my doorway holding a glass of warm milk like he was the perfect caring stepbrother. His amber eyes locked onto mine with a look that made every muscle in my body tense.
The threat was clear: say one more word and there will be consequences.
"I thought you might want some warm milk," he said smoothly. His voice was warm and concerned, nothing like the cold threats from earlier. "To help you sleep after such a long day."
Mom's entire posture relaxed. She actually smiled at him. "Oh, Mateo. That's so thoughtful of you." She turned to me with relief flooding her face. "See, sweetheart? I was worried they wouldn't treat you well, but look how considerate he's being."
He walked further into my room and set the glass on my nightstand. The entire
