SOMA
Lilith jumps to her feet, her skirt swishing with the motion. The air in the room shifts. Whatever softness she showed me earlier vanishes, tucked behind her cool mask.
Stalking to the door, she twists the handle. “Wait here,” she says without a backward glance at me. “Don’t come out until I say so.”
With that, she pulls the door open before I can respond, and disappears through it, leaving me alone in the silence of the room. I sit there for a while, frozen on the soft but firm mattress. The cover is smooth, and the pillowcase seems to be made of expensive silk. No wonder the royals look fresh with glowing skin. They are truly pampered.
Minutes pass or maybe more. The silence thickens, and so does my curiosity and impatience. I rise slowly, glancing around as I brush my palms do
