Verret's Pov

She ran from me.

And I stood there, frozen, the echo of her footsteps fading down the corridor until all that was left was the ragged sound of my own breathing.

The taste of her still lingered on my lips, sweet, warm, alive - and it burned more fiercely than any curse I'd ever known.

I pressed a hand to my chest, trying to steady the chaos inside. I had kissed her. I had kissed Delilah.

And now she wanted nothing more than to get away from me.

"Delilah," I whispered to the empty hall, "please..."

But she was gone.

I found myself walking before I even realized...