Lilith’s POV

The word angry was an understatement to describe how I felt. I was beyond furious.

Why would he not want me to go with him? Is it because I am a woman, and he thinks I am weak?

I scoffed, sitting on a low stool in the midst of a beautiful rose garden. The scent of the flowers glided into my nostrils, it was like a soothing balm to my aching heart.

Their red petals were beginning to close as the day drew near its ending, yet they were beautiful. I couldn’t help but get lost in its beauty.

I stood up and plucked one, careful not to...