She did go straight to Delilah, never even considered taking this to Iris or even Claire first. She already knew exactly how they’d react. Iris would squeal and pop some bubbly, even at this early hour, going on and on about how Astrid completed their queer coven. And Claire—gentle, cinnamon roll Claire—would simply be too sweet about the whole thing. She’d soothe and ask soul-probing questions, and Astrid didn’t want any of that. She wanted the hard stuff, the complicated truth, and she knew Delilah was the only one who would give it to her.
