Azlynn’s P.O.V.The sun was dipping low, casting burnt gold light along the building’s wall, illuminating the face of that lady. That woman, named Delilah, was in her mid-thirties. Her sharp eyes behind the filth and matted hair were surprisingly calm.She had wailed in agony a few minutes ago without any reason. But now, despite her neck in uncle’s claws, she was as cool as cucumber, sickening me to the stomach. Please don’t take me wrong, but any woman with the name Delilah was my enemy because of prophecy. So, my hatred was petty, yet justified. I couldn’t stand the sight of that nut job and asked uncle Earl. “If she is your acquaintance, then please keep her away from my eyes, uncle. You know what I mean.”Shaking in fury, uncle didn’t utter a single word in response, glaring at her angrily. Arthur leaned in and whispered in my ear. “She must be that old hag’s ex-wife.”I shook my head slowly. “Nope, uncle’s mate is dead. She must be his hidden foe!”The breeze lifted D
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