Verret's Pov

I should not be here. Not like this. Not watching her. But She moves like sunlight trapped in motion, unaware, unbothered, untouchable. Every step she takes, every flick of her hand, every glance down at her work, it pierces me. I'm already beyond reason. Already... sliding into madness.

It's unfair. It's impossible.

Delilah. My Delilah.

She doesn't know I'm here. She never will. At least, not yet. Not until I've... until I've understood what it is about her that makes me lose control.

I shift slightly, crouching in the shadow behind the high stone pillars of the veranda. My breath barely makes a sound. My eyes, the ones...