It was almost midnight by the time Lily got home. She'd been uncharacteristically nervous on the walk from the bus stop, careful to stay under the safety of the streetlights, jumping at every noise. It wasn't like Lily to spook so easily. Forced to take care of herself since she was sixteen-years-old, she’d slept on the street many times.
Nevertheless, the Argento men had her on edge for reasons she didn't completely understand. She breathed a sigh of relief as she put the key in her door and closed it behind her. She startled at the sight of her breath forming an icy vapor that curled around her head. It was already the middle of May, and while the nights could still be cool in Manhattan, the deep freeze was long over.
Lily puckered her lips and exhaled again, tracking her breath. Nothing. The air was clear. She shook her head, deciding she must have imagined it. If she couldn't find a way to settle down soon, she was going to drive herself crazy.