She had to get out of this house.
Today.
Being around Eric was dangerous now. Because of what Delilah would do to protect her claim.
Delilah was going to be his Luna. That much was clear. And Sera knew better than anyone that there was no fighting that future.
She finished cleaning, stood, and wiped her hands on her skirt. Her chest ached, hurt badly.
A love she had thought would be loud was now to be endured quietly.
If she stayed anywhere near Eric, it would destroy her.
*****
Claudia sat stiffly at the corner table of the restaurant tucked just off Blackwood Avenue. Soft music hummed in the background.
Across from her sat Cyril.
He had gone very still.
Cyril was not a small man, nor a weak one. His shoulders were broad, his posture disciplined, his dark hair cut short. His eyes were fixed on Claudia.
With the look on his face, she knew she had just dropped a bomb.
