Delilah sits upright then, her spine ramrod-straight as she turns her face slowly toward me and points at the door.
“Get out,” she says measuredly, but when I hesitate, wondering what's going on, she straightens her pointed finger. “Get out, Hunter!”
Confused, I slowly slip out of her bed, my frown deepening.
“Delilah—” I begin, but she cuts me off.
“I said, get. Out.”
Not wanting to start a fight, I grab my clothes from the chaise and steal toward the door, glancing over my shoulder to see her falling back to the pillows. The frown is etched on my face as I leave her bedroom, closing the door gently behind me as I try to make sense of what just happened.
Was that a mood swing? An intense one?
I shrug as I decide not to internalize her reaction to me waking her up from her nightmare. After the night we shared, there's no way she could be having second thoughts.
Right?
I really hope I'm right.
Chapter 21 - Delilah
Staring at my reflection in the mirror with a frown, I can barely recognize myself, and I hate feeling like my body isn't my own.
The last time I felt like I didn't belong in my own skin was when Hunter rejected me, but I've since gotten over that.
At least, I thought I had.
So much has happened since then, and Hunter and I have started fresh. The other night, when he planned a picnic, it was proof enough that things between us are good, until I went and spoiled it by snapping at him when he woke me from the nightmare I'd been having.
A nightmare I hardly remember, except for being in the throes of darkness and a fire consuming my flesh. Shivering when I recall how terrible that felt, I hear the knock on the door that snaps me out of my trance.
“Hey, D, it's me…” comes Gwen's timid voice from behind the door, and I sigh with relief as I head over and open it.
Gwen meets my eyes and frowns.
“Don't tell me you're second-guessingthatdress,” she snickers as she folds her arms, dragging her gaze from my head to my toes.
Blushing profusely, I pull her into my room and shut the door.
“I can't believe my parents are throwing another party!” I huff, stomping my foot like I'm throwing a tantrum.
“Weren't you the one complaining that they threw a party for the prince instead of you? Especially since you announced your marriage to Hunter…”
“Yeah, I know…” I groan, checking my reflection once more for good measure. Of course, the white dress that nearly meets my knees is perfect for the party they're throwing in celebration of my marriage, but something about it feels wrong, like the color doesn't match my thoughts.
The party that officially announces my marriage should be something I'm looking forward to, especially after the way I snapped at my parents last week, but I've been having trouble feeling like myself, and this party couldn't have come at a worse time.
My only consolation is that Hunter hasn't pried about what happened that night, but that has me feeling like he doesn't care. It feels like he's been withdrawing from me, too wary to touch me and hardly at home, throwing himself into pack work as if he's a true Shadow Fang member.
“Grr!” I groan again, throwing my head back and staring at the ceiling, my eyes rolling back as if I might glimpse my brain and find the answers as to why I'm not feeling like myself. “Let's just go.”
Gwen giggles when she watches me head to the door.
“Aren't you forgetting something?” Gwen speculates with a raised brow.
I frown as she unfolds her arms with a sigh and grabs something off my dresser.
“Lipstick!” she exclaims with a lighthearted chuckle as she hands me my lipstick.
