Chapter 147 Facing The Devil II
Liam quietly parked Lilith’s car in its rightful place inside the private underground garage. The smooth purr of the engine faded as he shut it off, leaving the thick silence to settle around him. His hand lingered on the steering wheel for a moment longer than necessary.
This was the hard part.
There was no escaping her sharp eyes.
Sighing to himself, Liam stepped out of the car. He made his way toward the private elevator that led straight into Lilith’s penthouse. As the metal doors slid open with a soft chime, he braced himself, running a hand through his hair.
Time to face the music.
He walked into her place without knocking—he was the only one allowed to do that—and immediately caught sight of her.
Lilith sat at her private bar counter, not drinking for once. Instead, books, maps, and scattered papers covered the polished surface around her. A fountain pen glided smoothly over a sheet of parchment as she wrote, her posture relaxed yet somehow alert, every inch of her oozing power even in casual stillness.
Her golden-blonde hair was pulled into a loose, elegant tail over one shoulder, and her sharp, feline-like eyes were focused on her work.
Her right arm was still hung in a black silk sling around her neck, a reminder of the gunshot wound she had taken during their last bloody clash with the Crimson Hand. The wound clearly hadn’t healed properly yet, but she wrote steadily with her left hand, surprisingly skilled even with her non-dominant side.
She didn’t even turn when she heard the elevator and the door open. She didn’t need to.
Only Liam ever came in like he owned the place.