Lilith's POV

As I sat in front of the mirror with steam still on my skin after a long and relaxing bath, I admired how my dark hair fell over my shoulders. The wet strands emphasized the nice curve of my neck like a small relief in the chaos in my mind.

Cara moved around me skillfully putting on my makeup with her hands expertly highlighting my beautiful features.

I moved in a little closer while taking a good look at the way my own emotions were playing out in my eyes like a flickering light. My mind began to wander back to the time I spent healing Bartholomew’s wound....