lah'

ut into the bedroom, water dripping off my skin like quiet whispers against the floor. Th

ir was still damp as I combed through it, letting the strands fall naturally. My fingers lin

ever not know them, not in a million lif

since I'd arrived in this

of the room, walking through the stone corridors that still felt

pack maids and called out softly, "Excu

"At the dining hall, my la

k thanks and ma

here

le like a damn king. His presence alone sent a sh

und. I chose a seat two places away from him, close enou

at first. Just continued

said softly, "I see y

y, eyes piercing, voice

roperly. I'm Delilah Elaris, a healer. The one who pulled you out of whatev

against that particular dish. Your body's still recovering. Eat that"-

slightly. "And who are yo

to do. Because if you don't listen, you'll end up right back in

nough to make a statement-and looked him straight in the eyes. "Finis

nd, not giving him the satis

lowed me. I

n was

o the chair beside his massive bed. Crossing one leg ov

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vy grand door, half-expecting it to stay shut foreve

stepp

resence, tall and commanding, like a god carved from obs

e bed. Then, he just... stared. Not blinking. Not speaking. Ju

oice deep, gravelly, like thunder rumbling

new his gaze hadn't left my body since I entered. "As I said b

id no

ok that

ly around it. His skin was warm... stronger than before. I held his

ll

ble-check his eyes, but

ushed again

do you think you're doing?"

you're thinking I'm doing." I stepped back

rrowed. "Sa

lence throb

ng a

ke striki

he neck and pinning me to the wall. His fingers were rough,

ccuse me of tha

flinch. I did

ce sweet as poison. "Acting angry abo

ond passed

bruptly, as if t

g had happened, my smirk li

ic," I murmured. "T