DELILAH'S POV
What kind of game is this boy trying to play with me? My heart thumped hard against my ribs, refusing to settle, though I kept my face carefully neutral.
Lucius…is grown now, tall, broad, commanding…extended his hand toward me with that strange, unnerving calm. His eyes, those cursed blue-grey eyes, glowed with the weight of secrets, more like pain.
He knew something, I could feel it in the way he looked at me, as if he were peeling away my skin to see what crawled underneath.
I told myself not to be afraid. I told myself I had faced worse, that this was only a boy, a boy I once saw dragged out of this house, a boy who had been gone twenty years. But my body betrayed me and my palms dampened, my stomach churned. Fear tasted bitter in my mouth, though I clenched my teeth to hide it.
