Delilah's Pov

My eyelids fluttered open like someone was gently tapping the inside of my skull, urging me to wake. Everything felt... strange. My body was heavy, weak, like I'd been floating in and out of consciousness for hours. Days. I couldn't even tell.

The ceiling above me looked different from mine at Malric's mansion - softer, covered in carvings of vines and stars. The scent in the room was different too. Warm herbs. Burned lavender. A hint of iron.

For a second, I thought I was dreaming again.

Then I turned my head.

Reyna was sprawled on the couch like a dying chicken. One leg hanging off. Head thrown...