Lilith
My father lifts his hands in a quiet but commanding gesture.
I stand where I've been placed, slightly to the side, perfectly aligned, with my white gown pooling like moonlight at my feet. My hands are folded calmly in front of me. My face is composed and cooperative.
Exactly what Victor wants to see.
He clears his throat, a smile already forming across his lips. He thinks he has won, but only I know better.
"Tonight," he begins, voice carrying easily across the hall, "we gather not only to celebrate my daughter's birthday, but to…"
He stops.
It's subtle at first. A pause that's too long. His gaze flicks once, then again, scanning the space beside me. It is empty. Casper isn't here.
His smile stiffens, but he manages to maintain his control. His eyes move th
