Lilith stepped out of the audition hall, her heels clicking softly against the marble as the heavy doors closed behind her. Her face, usually composed and unreadable, was now tightened in discomfort.
Her brows knit together, jaw clenched slightly. Her head was pounding..not from nerves, but from something deeper unusual.
That scene, those words she spoke inside hadn't come from memorization or rehearsed lines. They had come from somewhere buried. Somewhere old. Somewhere that didn't entirely belong to her. It felt as if the character of Evelyne hadn't been acted but had risen out of her body like it belonged to her bones. And perhaps… it did.
Because the original owner of this body, the woman whose life Lilith now lived had been Evelyne.
Quiet.
Abandoned.
Misunderstood.
And for a moment inside that audition room, Lilith had forgotten where Evelyne ended and she began.
