Taking the steps to enter the hospital where Julian was located, Lilianna paused for a moment as she caught her reflection in a nearby car. Her appearance was rather frightening in comparison to the pristine and flawless complexion she had offered so many in the last five years of her time as a model. The surface of her face had become swollen directly beneath her left nostril, where a fine line of blood had fallen in a frozen stripe of ichor, due to the actions of the assassin sent to claim her life. As her fingers traced over her swollen lip, she quickly turned towards the automatic doors that came open at the sight of a patient having endured a minor injury had now exited the establishment and passed at her side-unaware of the night she had been forced to tolerate. Ignoring the momentar
