Liam landed softly on the edge of Lilith's balcony, his boots touching down on the polished floor without a sound. The wind tugged at his jacket as he looked inside through the glass.
Lilith was already there, seated casually in a plush armchair, legs crossed, reading a hardcover book. Her long golden-blonde hair was tied back loosely, a silk robe clinging to her body, one leg lazily exposed through the slit. The room behind her was dimly lit but calm. A glass of red wine rested on the table beside her, half full. She looked peaceful.
The scene didn't match the chaos outside. With the threat of the Crimson Hand growing stronger, and her whole being under silent pressure, Lilith looked like she had all the time in the world.
Liam raised an eyebrow. He hadn't even known she read books.
He reached for the sliding door and pulled it open. The breeze rushed in, sending the curtains fluttering softly. Lilith turned her head toward the sound, eyes narrowing curiously at first.
