Malric's Pov

I was in the chamber, sitting in silence, staring at the fire that had already begun to die down. The flickering flames reminded me of her-bright one moment, fading the next. I tried not to think about Delilah, but her face kept pushing into my mind. Her voice. Her tears. The way she had looked at me before storming out.

I hated myself for the words I said.

But I hated her more for making me feel this weak.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. I turned sharply. Before I could even stand, the door swung open, and Reyna burst in, her face pale with...