Daegan's POV
After school, Lilith slides into the car, pressing herself against the door, like she's trying to put distance between us.
She doesn't even look at me, eyes glued to the window, as if it holds some secret.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
She pauses. "Nothing."
Lie.
I let it go—for now.
Dinner was worse. She inhaled her food like it was a chore, then bolted upstairs before the plates were cleared.
Her empty chair mocked me.
Later, I ring her doorbell. She opens the door, her expression cold as ice.
"Something up?" she asks, tone sharp, not her usual self.
I press a finger to the door, pushing it open, forcing her back a step. I slip inside, heading straight for her desk like I own the place.
Papers are scattered, covered in her frantic study notes.
Lilith stands frozen, t
