Lilith narrowed her eyes.
"Still acting like you have nothing to do with this… Damon."
Damon sighed. She was being petty, and they both knew it.
"We are in a crisis. This is no time to be hung up on something I did."
She rolled her eyes but seemed to let go of whatever grudge she held—at least for now.
"If I didn't know better," she continued, "I'd think you were trying to summon a dark spirit. Hoping to break off a fragment of its soul to level up."
Damon glanced at his shadow. It had its hands on its hips, as if agreeing with Lilith. He clicked his tongue in irritation.
"Take that back. You do know better."
Lilith snickered.
"I wish I didn't. That way, I'd have a good excuse to be mad at you."
Damon's eye twitched.
"So you do know your excuse is petty."
She shrugged, unconcerned.
"Why else would I be looking for legitimacy?" Then her tone shifted, more thoughtful.