Delia's pov

The moment the blood ran down Catherine's cheek, I held my trembling hand down. It was not out of fear, but because I found that my heart was so excited by the bright red color that my fingers began to tremble.

It's the second time I've held a weapon to fight. The day Nick died, Kral grabbed my hand and killed Nike. It was the first time I used a weapon against an enemy, and the first time I killed my enemy.

The memory of that day is bright red, with a fishy smell. I remember the feel of the dagger in the flesh, like cutting a soft...