Laura didn't say anything and Delice's clutch against her gown tightened.
"I went there tonight." When she spoke this time, her smile had faded away, and the tears that had long gown empty in her eyes were starting to well up again, making them shimmer under the soft light of the hallway.
"By the Blood, Delice. You shouldn't have done that."
She nodded, the words building up in her threatening to choke her.
"I know." It was a whisper. Her shoulders hung low in defeat, her gaze fixed to the floor. "I'm so sorry, for this and for everything."
Laura's arms came around her, as she pulled her into the room, whispering back, "I forgive you."
The taller vampire pulled away from Delice to shut the door behind them and the scent of the herbs that was a constant in Laura's room rushed into her lungs, but Delice was too devasted tonight to think too much of it.
She watched her friend as she retreated from the door.
"Why did you do it?"