Novel & Cerita Delia Owens Books

I bid enter and found Delia, one of my handmaidens, standing there with a tray of tea and biscuits. "Pardon the intrusion my lady, but you missed breakfast with the Alpha, and his counsel." Delia's round, matronly face was creased in motherly concern as she regarded me. "I thought you could use a spot of chamomile tea to lift your spirits." Despite the lingering chill in my bones, I managed a small smile for dear Delia's thoughtfulness. She poured me a steaming cup as I sat down, stroking my hair soothingly. I welcomed the warmth seeping into my hands, warding off the unpleasant echoes of my dreams.