Delilah

Cattleya's POV

I inhaled the icy wind that flew into the car as I drove down the road.

"Where are you Cattleya Sánchez?." Mother asked with an angry tone.

A giggle escaped my pressed lips. "Do you still need me?." I questioned her.

I heard her heavy breath on the other side of the phone and then followed a heavy tone. "I need you to deliver a package."

Names were said and people were buried but yet she walked on their graves proving she could step on them during their days alive and during their time in the land of the dead.

She showcases her identity card that showed her ranking in the hidden world.

A curvaceous woman stepped out from behind the forbidden doors, her purple eyes fell down on her shoes, and she looked up at the man who stood in front of her, his face beaming proudly. A few people who stood behind her applauded.

"What do you think?!." Her meek voice asked.