His Rejected Mate's Secret
I called out for Delph, voice trembling: “Delph… are you here?”
Silence answered. Then, faintly, my voice returned, distorted, warped, almost mocking. “Delph… here…” The echo dragged the words, twisting them into something unfamiliar. I swallowed hard. This was not a place of reality; it was a reflection of fear, of possibility, of everything unseen.