"Let him deal with her," Lilith said quietly. "And if she screams…"
She didn't finish the sentence right away.
Instead, she just looked out into the night. Her eyes weren't filled with anger. They weren't cold either.
They were steady. Like she already knew exactly how this would go.
"…let the god hear it."
There was no weight behind the words—no rage, no hope. Just the kind of stillness that settles in when you've already thought through every outcome, and made peace with the one that hurts the least.
She opened a drawer and took out a vial. It was plain—no markings, just a clean glass container with a thin silver ring around the top.
She tapped it once with her finger.
The liquid inside lit up briefly, then went dim again.
That was all she needed.
It had reacted. Which meant it recognized something.
She felt the same pressure she had earlier, building around Ethan without ever touching him directly.
Lilith turned the lights down. Not because she needed to.
