Dante stormed towards the witches' quarters and Liam and his men followed in silence.
He rushed straight inside but paused when his eyes fell on the display in front.
It was Delilah.
She was, as if, sleeping. Inside what looked like a glass coffin? Was she dead?
Dante took several steps closer. It was difficult to look inside the coffin because of the swirling herbs and incense burning inside. But when he strained his eyes it seemed like Delilah's cheeks were still rosey, her flesh still had colour, which meant she wasn't dead. However Dante did not fail to notice that her chest wasn't moving. There was no breath left.
By that time the entire coven had gathered behind Dante. He turned around sharp and faced the head Seer. " What's going on here? What's up with her? And Archer? Where did he go? Get it all out. And make it quick! "
The Seer held Dante's gaze then began, as if singing a lament. " Her soul was taken hostage by the one who breached your walls. An intruder!"
