When Delaney woke up it was dark and she was confused. The last thing she remembered was sitting on the floor of the throne room with her best friend dying in her arms. She gasped and jolted upright. Looking around wildly she had no idea where she was. She was in a huge bed in a room she had never seen before in her life. She felt her heart begin to beat hard and her breaths coming quick. Where was she? Was she dead?
"Delaney," a low voice spoke urgently, "Shh you're alright. I'm right here."
She turned to look in the direction the voice was coming from and felt a very warm hand take hers. Even in the dark, she could make out the glittering green eyes of her husband, and immediately she started to calm down.
"V-Vincent?" she whispered, "Where are we?"
"We're in the castle," he answered and pulled her into his arms now, "The witches said the closer you were to Ian the better the magic would work."
