Lilith’s Pov

I don’t even know why I went to Killian’s office.

I shouldn’t have.

The second his voice turned cold in that boardroom, I knew I had made a terrible decision. And yet, there I was, standing in front of powerful men and women, holding a warm food flask like some hopeful fool trying to win over a brick wall.

Now I’m sitting in the backseat of the car, staring out the window like the main character in a heartbreak music video. “Take me home,” I’d told the driver, and that’s exactly what he was doing—driving me back to a house that didn’t feel like mine.

As the streets...