Delphinia jolted awake, her breath caught in her throat. Her heart pounded violently against her ribcage, the remnants of the bad dream still clinging to her mind like a heavy fog. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes darting around the dimly lit room until the familiar surroundings slowly came into focus.
It was just a dream.
A shaky breath escaped her lips as she glanced at the clock on the nightstand. The soft golden glow from the setting sun filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the room. It was almost evening—Evander would be home soon.
Delphinia slowly sat up, running her fingers through her tangled hair. The echo of Helena's harsh words still lingered at the back of her mind. It had been so long since she relived that painful memory. Why now? Why did her mind choose to torment her with the past when she had been trying so hard to move forward?
Her brows furrowed as the realization hit her. Lyvia.