Lilith’s Pov
I stared at Emily, my chest tightening with every breath I took. My fingers curled into fists where they rested on my thighs. She was looking at me like I was a stranger.
“See,” I said, my voice low, tight, “I’m not doing this with you. Whatever Killian told you, whatever he’s feeding you, I don’t care. He has a way of twisting things, of taking the truth and bending it until it’s something else entirely. And I don’t— I don’t have the strength for this conversation right now.”
Emily didn’t flinch. “I’m your best friend.”
“I know,” I snapped, voice cracking.
“Then why didn’t you come to me? Why didn’t you tell me your sister was alive?”
I stood up, pacing the room, trying to calm the storm building inside me. “How do you even know that Killian is sane, huh? How do you f**
