Eighty Three

DELIA HERRERA POV

Zyaine had been a beast. Goodness! Who knew good sex was what I needed to feel alive again? I didn't regret taking a chance on him at all. The tension I had been feeling all week was gone and I was less angry.

I stepped into the house, the quietness enveloping the space a bit daunting. Did Enoch leave already?

"Enoch" I called as I climbed up the stairs. The sound of the shower running alerted me that he was still at home. Getting to the door that led to the master's bedroom room, I fixed my hair, fixed a stoic look on my face, and stepped inside.

I knew he was in the shower room. His shirt had been flung carelessly on the floor and the standing mirror had a crack in it.

I stepped closer, noticing the smear of blood at the center. What the hell happened here?

"Delia" his voice rumbled through the room and I jerked, whirling around to see him standing in front of the bathroom, his toned body steaming and glistening as he wiped the residue of water off his skin.

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