Lilith's Pov
“What do you mean it’s locked from the outside?” Killian’s voice cut through the air like a sharp blade.
I turned slowly, folding my arms like the innocent prisoner I absolutely was not. “What does it sound like, Mr. Genius? The door—our only exit—is locked. From. The. Outside.”
“Who did that?” he asked, brows furrowed in this ridiculous mixture of confusion and rising panic. “When you closed the door, did you do it improperly? Maybe there's an issue with the latch or—”
“There’s no issue,” I interrupted, deadpan. “Except the obvious one where someone very deliberately locked us in like a pair of hormonal teenagers in a sitcom. Which, for the record, I’m not laughing at.”
Killian didn’t listen. He did that thing where he tried to act like brute force would solve everything
