Celia's Pov

I didn't walk into my chambers-

I stormed in.

The door slammed behind me with a force that rattled the hinges, and the sound echoed through the room like thunder. I didn't care. I was shaking. My chest felt tight, my breathing uneven, and all I could see behind my eyes was the scene at the dining table replaying again and again like a curse.

Malric. Silent. Cold. Distant.

Delilah. Calm. Untouched. Always protected.

And then... him.

Verret.

A man Malric considered a threat. A man everyone considered dangerous. A man who literally had the ability to tear this entire mansion apart if he wanted. That man had...