Lilith's POV
The next morning, sunlight stabbed at my eyelids, forcing me awake with a sharp inhale.
I bolted upright, disoriented—still in Kieran's room, the scent of last night clinging to my skin like a guilty secret.
My stomach twisted. I scrambled for the fresh clothes laid out beside the bed, dressed in record time, and cracked the door open just enough to peer into the hallway.
Empty. Thank God.
I slipped out, silent as a shadow, and booked it toward my room—only to freeze mid-step as a towering figure materialized at the top of the staircase.
Daegan.
My pulse skyrocketed. The memory of Kieran's icy stare before he'd shut the door last night flashed behind my eyes, and suddenly, I couldn't breathe.
The space between us crackled with tension, thick enough to choke on.
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