Lilith was furious, but more than anything she was disappointed, and her heart hurt from the bitter emotion. She was sitting on what she assumed was Eve’s bed in the private section of the infirmary, only half-heartedly listening to her as she talked animatedly about how excited she was to be in the Tri Kingdom. Lilith winced when she felt a burning sting on her injured arm. She looked down at her arm to see that the warlock that had come with them from the club was rubbing a sweet-smelling salve on the bruises and small cuts that for some reason were not healing. She looked at him in question, for the first time noticing his dark but delicate features. He looked up at her with warm grey eyes and blushed prettily, before dropping his eyes back down to her arm.
“I’m sorry Queen, I know it
