Nolan’s Pov

It was 12:35 a.m. I checked the clock three times, as if it might tell me something different the next time.

Lilith was asleep beside me, her breathing soft and steady. And me?

Wide awake.

I couldn’t stop staring at her.

My body was betraying me over and over, softening, hardening, fighting against the logic I tried to hold onto. This was my brother’s wife, for God’s sake. But she was also Lilith. My Lilith, in some twisted universe that didn’t exist.

I slipped out of bed quietly and went into the bathroom. Cold water. Lots of it. I stood under the spray, hands on the sink, staring...