Damon grabbed her arm in an attempt to stop her as she walked away.
"What the hell was that?"
Lilith did not turn around. She exhaled slowly, pressing her fingers to her temple as a dull ache pulsed behind her eyes.
"What."
Damon frowned, tightening his grip just enough to make his frustration clear.
"Do not play dumb with me. Telling everyone about the elixir. And the fact that you knew its name."
He had never known that detail. He only knew there was an elixir at the heart of the Black Tower, something that could cure his sister.
Lilith turned sharply, brushing his hand away as if it irritated her.
"And what about it? You think a few more people chasing it suddenly makes it unattainable."
Damon studied her face. The exhaustion was unmistakable. The edge of her confidence looked worn thin. His voice softened despite himself.
"Hey. Are you doing all right."
Her lips pressed together. The muscles in her jaw twitched.
"Am I doing all right? I should be asking you that."
