Delilah nodded.
If only she knew how wrong she was.
"I will do my best as Luna," Delilah said.
Claudia crossed to the dresser and pulled open a drawer. Inside were neatly antiseptic wipes.
She returned to Delilah and crouched slightly.
"May I?" she asked.
Delilah inclined her head.
The faint wound at her neck was small.
Claudia gently pressed a wipe against it.
"Handle yourself with dignity," Claudia said quietly. "And promise me something, Delilah," she said.
"Anything, Luna Mother."
"Do not let Vivienne influence you when she takes over. You be your own woman."
"I will remember that," Delilah said.
"Rest tonight," Claudia instructed gently. "Tomorrow, we will all look to you differently. You are now our future."
Delilah could do nothing but nod.
