"Scar!"
The assassin woman froze mid-motion with her daggers dripping red.
The woman turned at the sound of her name. A flicker of surprise, or perhaps distaste, crossed her face before stillness settled in.
Her eyes - once bright and teasing - now gleamed cold and unreadable.
Lilith stopped and repeated. "Scar…?"
The name left her lips like a breath she'd held for centuries.
But Scar didn't smile at the reunion. Instead, the twin daggers lifted and angled defensively as her stance shifted. Every line of her body spoke of caution, not celebration.
She was alarmed by being confronted with a dangerous enemy instead of being overjoyed to meet her old friend.
Lilith's throat tightened. "Has it truly been four hundred years together, and all of that's gone?"
