Delphinia sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at the half-filled suitcase on the floor. Her fingers toyed with the zipper, sliding it up and down without thinking. She hadn't gotten a single minute of rest. Evander Walton was going to be the death of her, she was sure of it.
A honeymoon? Why on earth would he suggest such a thing? She shook her head, muttering under her breath, "Honeymoon, my foot. This man has lost it."
Her eyes flicked toward the clock on the wall—5:30 AM. Delphinia sighed and stood up, pacing the room. Her exhaustion weighed heavily on her, but her racing mind kept sleep at bay. Four days in London. Four days pretending to be a happy little family. Thank goodness Ashton was coming along. Whatever sneaky plans Evander had in mind was bound to fail with Ashton coming along.
