After knocking the man half-unconscious, Lilith dusted her hands like she just cleaned a kitchen shelf.
With one last glance at his knocked-out body twitching like a fish out of water, she scoffed and walked out of the bar into the night air.
The wind brushed her hair back. The stars above looked less annoying now.
For the first time in a long time, she felt… refreshed.
"I've been civil for too long," she muttered under her breath, cracking her neck like she was waking up from hibernation. "What a waste of self-control."
But just as she stepped off the pavement—
"Lili."
That voice.
Lilith froze for half a second.
Her eyebrow twitched.
No. Nope. Not tonight. Please.
She turned her head slowly like a fed-up boss about to fire someone.
And there he was.
Rayan.
Wearing a fitted suit, hands in pockets, leaning against a black car. His soft hair was a little messy, but his face looked so clean and handsome.
