••{RHIANNON'S POV}••
The question hits me like a slap.
I gasp and immediately take a step back before I can stop myself.
Delilah lets out a soft laugh. "So you're still a virgin then."
Heat rushes to my face, but anger follows faster.
My hands curl into fists at my sides.
"That is none of your business," I say.
Her smile only widens. "Then stop trying to order me around when you can't even fulfill your duties to Azræl as his wife."
My entire body goes still.
She watches my reaction with cruel satisfaction.
"Do I need to remind you that Azræl doesn't love you in the slightest?" she asks. "He's not a man who is drawn to little princesses who tremble every time someone says something indecent."
She turns away from me and walks back to his bedside.
Every step she takes makes my anger burn hotter, but I force myself to remain where I am.
For now.
She sits on the edge of Azræl's bed like she belongs there, then leans over him and slowly runs her fingers through his hair.
