Nolan’s Pov
It was 12:35 a.m. I checked the clock three times, as if it might tell me something different the next time.
Lilith was asleep beside me, her breathing soft and steady. And me?
Wide awake.
I couldn’t stop staring at her.
My body was betraying me over and over, softening, hardening, fighting against the logic I tried to hold onto. This was my brother’s wife, for God’s sake. But she was also Lilith. My Lilith, in some twisted universe that didn’t exist.
I slipped out of bed quietly and went into the bathroom. Cold water. Lots of it. I stood under the spray, hands on the sink, staring at my own reflection, hoping it would knock the madness out of me.
But when I walked back out, toweling my face, she was sitting up in bed.
Her eyes met mine instantly.
“What are you doing?”
