Lilith pressed her lips together with a blush, struggling to find her words.
They were in modern Manhattan, not the secluded castle deep in the forest. Here, she was Lilith Wentworth. She represented the Wentworth family!
Cywen's eyes hardened. Lilith feared what he might do next, like what he almost did back on the grass. Her throat tightened. "Mas... master, please... can I borrow your phone?"
She managed to choke out the words, tears streaming down her face.
Cywen chuckled dismissively and looked away.
He was thinking about how some small animals, when kept alone for too long, would eventually become depressed and die. Should he let this little creature continue mingling with humans?
For the first time, the typically decisive Cywen found himself wavering.
"Here." Cywen tossed his
