ATTICUS
The door had barely clicked shut behind me when Lilith burst in, her eyes blazing with fury.
“How could you, Atticus?” Her voice was sharp, slicing through the air like a blade. “You’re disrespecting Rachel by sleeping with her murderer!”
Anger blinded my common sense at the accusation, and before I could give it a second thought, I had her slammed against the wall.
My hand gripped her throat, not enough to choke her, but enough to remind her who the hell she was talking to.
“Watch your mouth, Lilith,” I growled, my voice cold and dangerous. Her eyes widened, a flicker of fear passing through them.
Good!
“You’re betraying her memory,” she hissed with a strained voice, struggling against my hold. “Rachel died because of that b***h, and now you’re crawling into bed with her l
