Lily’s POV...
I woke up still tasting him on my tongue.
No—God, no. Not him.
Not Andrew Sterling.
Not the Silver Mask.
Not the man who had carried me over his shoulder like some barbarian and called it “saving me.”
But still… my mood was lighter than it should’ve been.
Lighter than the three weeks of hell should’ve allowed.
I put on my outfit, tied my hair up, put on lip balm, and actually—ridiculously—smiled at myself in the elevator mirror.
Work.
Normalcy.
Air.
That was all I needed.
When I walked into the office, Jenna lifted her eyebrows. “Why are you smiling like a girl who got kissed in a dark hallway?”
“I’m not smiling,” I lied, keeping my voice steady and my cheeks cool. “I’m just… better.”
She gave me a side-eye that could slice through my hair , I chuckled at the t
