LILITH
I had spent all morning perfecting my appearance. I was finally released from the dungeon and I knew I had to seek Atticus out again.
My hair, washed and braided into an elegant twist, framed my face just the way I knew Atticus would like it. I wore a soft, flowing gown that clung to my waist, a pale lavender that made my eyes stand out.
I’d never gone to such lengths before—I mean, I always go the extra length just to please Atticus—but today was different.
Today, I was going above and beyond because I had to make things right.
I was going to apologise.
It was my only way back into his good graces. I’d explain everything, tell him I’d acted out of pain, out of confusion, that it was only a mere joke that got out of hand.
Hell, I’d beg if I had to.
Anything to make him
