Damon:
Delilah’s scent was the first thing I caught the second I turned down the hallway.
It was subtle, soft and floral, but it carried that underlying sharpness, the kind that crawled under the skin no matter how much you tried to ignore it. She stepped out of the guest room, still in that silky robe the maids had brought for her. Her eyes flicked toward me, a slow, calculated glance.
I didn’t stop. I didn’t speak. I didn’t even acknowledge her.
Not today. And not ever. I did not plan on giving her the response that she was looking for.
I heard her sigh as she walked the other way, likely toward the infirmary or wherever she felt like pretending she belonged. She was going to prison to get some medication or whatever it was that she wanted. She was going to be dismissed back to her
