Chapter Twenty-Three
What felt like an eternity later, Sam heard the toilet flush and Lilith’s approaching footsteps. Click, click, click. That sounded like Lilith was back in her heels, but she was barefoot when she left. So why—
Lilith appeared in the doorway. She’d changed out of the comfortable clothes and was back to wearing her tight dress. The wrinkles from yesterday detracted from the sleekness, but nothing could detract from Lilith’s beauty.
“You’re leaving?” Sam asked, her chest tightening.
Lilith nodded.
“Oh.”
“Yes, I just got a text. They need me back home.”
“Right. I mean, this girl’s morning was a bit of a failure anyway,” Sam smiled, trying her best to sound cheerful. She couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed or relieved that Lilith was going. Maybe she was both.
