Verret's Pov

The night hung heavy over my chambers. The air was thick, thicker than silence itself. Outside, the torches flickered against the wind, painting shadows that stretched and crawled like restless spirits across the walls. I sat there, motionless, my hands clasped before me, staring into the black emptiness that seemed to echo from within my chest.

They said she was still unconscious.

Delilah.

The name burned like a forbidden prayer on my tongue.

I should have gone to her. I should have done something. But I couldn't.

Not yet.

The healers had tried everything. Herbs. Incantations. Ancient runes.

Nothing worked. Nothing ever would.

Because I knew why she...