The breakfast was a singular level of delicious hell. Lilith was sitting right in front of me, laughing with that genuine, pretty smile that literally stopped my heart multiple times. She was talking to me with gentle care, completely oblivious to the calculating bastard I truly was. She had no idea that the man she was treating so kindly was here to systematically tear her away from her husband and ultimately whisk her off to claim her as his own.
She was so wonderfully, innocently clueless. It made an animalistic urge surge through me. I wanted to jump her right there, take her across the breakfast table in front of her oblivious husband, and sink my teeth into that unblemished, unmarked nape of her neck. The possessive instinct was a hungry wolf chewing me up from the inside.
When sh
