Damon:
I was quiet as I watched. I had my arms crossed over my chest. Something was wrong. I knew that it was.
Delilah had been moved to the guest room by the time I left the infirmary. The nurses said she needed rest, that the wound wasn’t deep but she was dehydrated, disoriented. They didn’t say anything about the faint scent of something unnatural lingering on her skin. But I could feel it. I could feel the lie clinging to her like the cloak she had arrived in.
The cloak that he expected me to believe.
I stood at the top of the stairs, watching the maids disappear down the hallway after settling her in. My hands clenched at my sides, and I barely noticed Ethan step up beside me.
“What are you going to do?” He asked quietly. “You can't hide this subject from Sienna, and I think that
