Delphinia laid on her bed, lazily swiping through her phone as the faint glow lit up her face, hiding her racing thoughts. It wasn't the room or the night—it was the strange tension hanging in the house ever since Evander's dramatic reaction to Goldie. Her fingers paused, and she let out a long sigh. "What a day," she murmured to herself, setting the phone down beside her pillow. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table: 10:30 PM. It was late, but not too late for her nightly habit of overthinking.
Just as she considered turning in, a sharp knock startled her. Delphinia sat up lazily, squinting at the door. Another knock followed, this time louder, more insistent. Her brow furrowed, irritation flashing across her face. "Who could it be at this hour?" she mumbled, already forming a guess.
