Verret's Pov

Two days.

It had been two whole, excruciating days since Delilah left.

The candlelight in my chamber had burned out twice and been relit, and still, I sat there-waiting. Waiting for the sound of her footsteps, for the faintest trace of her scent in the air, for the promise she made to me to come true.

But nothing.

No sound.

No movement.

No Delilah.

The silence had grown into something living, something that clawed at the walls of my skull. Every tick of time felt like a mockery, reminding me of what I already knew. She wasn't coming back.

I ran a trembling hand through my hair and...