SOMA
Lilith is waiting for me in the foyer, her head bowed and stance tensed as she types into her phone. As usual, she’s dressed to perfection in a fitted suit and tie. Her presence elicits mixed feelings in my chest.
Will she remain nice to me once the ritual confirms I’m not Brynne’s mate? Her head lifts as I stop in front of her.
“My lady, your uniform looks good on you,” she says, sizing me from top to bottom. “I wasn’t sure it would fit since the call went to Chancellor Peterson late.”
“Thank you. It fits perfectly. Good morning.”
“Shall we?” Lilith mutters, nodding at the door.
The guard stationed at the entrance opens the door, and a rush of cool morning air washes over me. Its bite is sharp enough to clear my head. As Lilith guides me to the open door, I lock my arms ar
