Delirium trailed one hand down his shoulder and across to his chest, she could feel his heart there all warm and beating. She'd seen him lying like this before, bloody and dying and there hadn't been anything she could do. Her sister always took mortals away and she accepted that but sometimes that didn't mean she had to like it.

Her hand touched something on his head, a scar and she knew what it was and she leant her head back against the tree. She wanted to tell him how easy that was, how that was her job but it wasn't it was Delight's and that part of her had changed. "yOu saY thE sweeTest ThiNGs Mr oRangE,"