Chapter 232 The Watcher Below II
Lilith opened her eyes slowly, the sterile smell of chemicals and the hum of cold fluorescent lights hitting her senses before she even registered her surroundings. Her head pounded slightly, her limbs felt unusually light, almost numb. As she focused, she realized she was sitting on a metal bench in a white, clinical laboratory, surrounded by walls lined with machinery that buzzed and blinked with life.
Across from her, an old man in a pristine lab coat turned around from his workstation. He blinked in mild surprise when he saw her awake. "Good," he said simply, his voice calm, measured.
Lilith immediately shot to her feet, the last memory searing through her mind like a blade—a sting, like an insect bite, just before everything went black. Now she was here, in some kind of underground lab with a complete stranger.
Her eyes narrowed as her body shifted instinctively into a defensive stance, fists clenched, energy pulsing faintly beneath her skin. "Who the hell are you?" she snapped.
The old man glanced at her for just a moment, then turned back to his workbench, his hands moving with experienced precision over some strange glowing device.
"Hey!" Lilith barked, her voice echoing off the steel walls. "I’m talking to you! Why the f**k did you kidnap me?!"
The old man didn’t turn. He didn’t even flinch. His tone was calm, but it held weight. "If you want Liam to survive... shut up and let me work."
The words hit her like a hammer to the gut. Her breath hitched, the rage simmering inside her temporarily knocked out of orbit.
Did he just say Liam?
She blinked, her brows furrowing deeply. "What... What did you just say?"
Still, no answer. The man continued adjusting a dial on a glowing cylindrical chamber filled with swirling blue mist.