LILITH
When I was finally released, the first thing I did was clean myself up.
I scrubbed every trace of the dungeon off me, washing away the filth and humiliation.
I needed to look perfect, flawless, for Atticus.
I wronged him. I shouldn’t have pushed him, shouldn’t have gotten him so pissed.
It was my fault. I was a stupid girl.
But now, I will make it right.
I would apologise, grovel if necessary, show him that I was still the one he could rely on. I wasn’t like Hera. I didn’t defy him. I love him.
I have always loved him.
I brushed my hair until it gleamed, the silky strands falling perfectly around my shoulders. I chose a dress that hugged my figure, something that would catch his eye.
He had to see that I was still here, still ready to be his. He can’t keep pushing m
