Chapter 112
- 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.