For a heartbeat, neither of them moved.
The air between them had changed, gone taut, fragile, a thread pulled too tight. Lilith’s pulse thundered in her ears. Her fingers trembled against his skin, and the sound of her own breath felt foreign.
Zane looked up at her, still half-lying on her bed, his shirt torn open, chest rising and falling. Confusion flickered across his face… then understanding. His gaze followed hers to his shoulder.
The scar.
She saw the exact moment he realized what she was looking at. His jaw clenched. A flicker of panic, so brief she might’ve imagined it, crossed his expression before it melted into something else.
He cleared his throat, voice a little too light. “Ah. That.”
Lilith didn’t answer. She couldn’t.
He sat up slowly, dragging his shirt back over his
