Lilith’s Pov
I don’t even know why I went to Killian’s office.
I shouldn’t have.
The second his voice turned cold in that boardroom, I knew I had made a terrible decision. And yet, there I was, standing in front of powerful men and women, holding a warm food flask like some hopeful fool trying to win over a brick wall.
Now I’m sitting in the backseat of the car, staring out the window like the main character in a heartbreak music video. “Take me home,” I’d told the driver, and that’s exactly what he was doing—driving me back to a house that didn’t feel like mine.
As the streets rolled past, I kept thinking of things I could do. Dumb things. Wild things. Sweet things. Anything that could get him to lower the icy walls around his heart. But what if he never does?
By the time we pulled
