Chapter Twenty-One
“Lalalala, I’m so good at singing,” Lilith slurred as she swayed along the path leading up to Sam’s front door. The cab ride home had proven that she was in fact, not good at signing.
Sam followed with a worried look. She still didn’t know what had put Lilith in this mood but she feared for the worst.
The two reached the door and automatic lights sprung on to illuminate the dark facade of the house.
“Aww, so cute!” Lilith hiccuped.
“What is?”
“Your little lights.” She bent down and tickled one of the lanterns. “Hello, little one. Aren’t you hard at work?”
“Ummm…” Stunned, Sam unlocked the door as she watched Lilith talk to the lights like they were pets. She shouldn’t be surprised to see her so wasted, she drank two bottles of whisky all by herself, but it was uns
