Vincent POV
My mother’s footsteps were still echoing somewhere in the hall when the phone lit up with Delilah’s name.
I let it ring twice. Then I answered. “What?”
Her voice came syrup-sweet. “Your Majesty, I was just checking on our little princess. How is she tonight? I’ve been worried since the… unpleasantness.”
“My daughter is fine,” I said. “State your point.”
“I wouldn’t dare burden you.” She laughed softly. “Only…Dr. Anderson confirmed he can begin on the weekend. I moved a few things to make it happen faster for Myra.”
“For results,” I corrected.
“For both,” she said quickly. “You sounded tense earlier. I thought perhaps you needed reassurance that you’re not alone in this.”
“You arranged a man who pricks children for sport and calls it tradition,” I said. “Don’t dress it u
