DELILAH

BOOK FOUR: ETERNAL DAUGHTER SERIES

Candlelight sparkled in his eyes, pale flames reflecting back across the table between us, dancing briefly as a waiter in a fitted black apron and crisp, white shirt drifted by on soft feet. A luxurious napkin draped my lap, cool on the skin where my bare knees peeked out of the hem of my little black dress. For once my hair seemed to be behaving itself, at least for now, piled in a coil of shining curls thanks to ...