Chapter 166 Recovery
Lilith carried Liam on her back, his blood dripping down her arms as the elevator ascended in silence. Lana stood to her left, arms folded tightly over her chest, visibly shaken. Vanessa, to the right, glanced between them, her face stern but heavy with concern.
No one spoke.
The soft chime of the elevator broke the silence as the doors slid open into a dimly lit hallway. Lilith stepped forward without hesitation, her heels echoing softly against the polished floor. She reached the end of the corridor and stopped at a sleek, black door with no handle—just a glass panel beside it.
"Open," she said flatly.
A soft click sounded as the door slid open smoothly.
Lana’s brows furrowed, but she said nothing. Vanessa kept her focus on Liam.
Lilith led them through the modern, minimalistic penthouse with soft golden lights. The moment they entered, she made a direct turn to her bedroom. Her steps were swift and unhesitating, but careful—not jostling Liam’s body more than necessary. The tension in the air was suffocating.
She entered her room, pushed the heavy door open with her foot, and walked straight to the bed. With precise control, she lowered herself to her knees and shifted Liam from her back to the silky black sheets.
She laid him down gently.
Too gently.
Lana’s voice cracked the silence like thunder.