Chapter 37 ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

Delia required exactly eleven seconds to become unbearable about it.

For the first four, she stared at me. During the next three, she looked past my shoulder at Garrick. The remaining four were spent arranging her face into an expression of false innocence that fooled nobody.

“Did you sleep well?”...