Verret’s Pov

I was already prepared for the ceremony.

They were going to hold it down at Moonridge, a ceremonial feast that only the elite few were invited to. It was supposed to be an honor, an honor for them that I even agreed to come.

I never wanted to. I hate ceremonies, the fake smiles, the formalities, the flattery. But since Delilah had been giving me the silent treatment for days, I decided I wanted to go.

With her.

Maybe she would finally break character today. Maybe I’d hear her voice beyond that lifeless “thank you for the meal.”

I found myself dressing quickly, for once not the last...