Delilah, meanwhile, had clearly taken time to fix her appearance. Her makeup was flawless again, yet the warmth coloring her cheeks betrayed what no powder could hide.
I rose, intending to leave without a word. I didn’t have the strength for this.
But Delilah drifted toward me before I could escape, her smile bright and harmless, as if we were old friends meeting by chance.
“Aria, right?” she said lightly. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Today’s my first day at the pack offices—what a funny coincidence.”
I kept my expression blank, saying nothing.
She stepped closer, both hands wrapped around a glass of steaming water. Then, just as she reached me, her foot slid forward. Her body tipped toward mine.
“Oh!” she cried.
The glass shattered loudly against the floor. I managed to dodge aside at the last second, but she crumpled dramatically against the edge of the table, clinging to it as if her strength had abandoned her.
Her voice wavered, thin and trembling. “Did I offend you somehow? Why would you push me like that?”
The performance was so transparent it almost insulted my intelligence. I stared at her in silence, too tired to argue.
But Ronan was already there.