Dalia's POV
I had never witnessed Dary display such fierce protectiveness toward anyone outside his blood family. The sight caught me completely off guard. The way his arms encircled her, as though releasing her would cause her to shatter into pieces, as though she were made of the most delicate porcelain, made me question whether deeper feelings were involved. Yet if that were true, why had he never spoken of her existence?
"Who is she?" I questioned, moving closer to where they stood.
His chest rose with a measured breath. "This is Celina Greyson," he responded, his voice carrying an undertone of fierce protection. "I pulled her away from some cult members. They were hunting her down, and I barely managed to get her to safety."
Orion and I shared a meaningful glance. Cult members? What kind of situation had we stumbled into?
