Lilith's POV
"Lilith."My body instinctively stiffened. I could never mistake that voice. It was him. The bastard who'd slept with both my mother and my best friend. What was he doing here?
"It's alright, kitten. It's just my nephew," Bastian said in a soothing tone. Nephew? Markle was a Lockhart as well? The son of Rebecca? Well, isn't the world just impossibly small.
Bury me. I groaned inwardly. I still couldn't stand Markle, even though I'd gotten over him, mostly thanks to how ridiculously attractive his uncle was. So, this is what Tommy meant when he mentioned Markle coming to Scotland.
And, of course, the universe couldn't resist making things worse by orchestrating his arrival while I was here with his uncle. Life really had a twisted sense of humor. I scowled.
"Mark
