Lilith.

The night stretched on endlessly.

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, thoughts swirling in my mind like a storm that refused to settle.

The thought of Damien going with Maya, and that too without informing anyone. 

I could have understood if he had not informed me, but he did not inform anyone. 

Not even Damon.

That was what unsettled me the most.

I turned onto my side, curling my fingers into the sheets.

Damon knew something.

I was sure of it.

But his loyalty to Damien kept his lips sealed.

A bitter feeling rose in my chest.

One year ago, I had done the same thing—waiting, believing that Lucian would return.

I had stayed behind, handling the pack, convincing myself that I was doing the right thing.

And when Lucian finally came back, it wasn't to claim me as his, like I expected.

It was to witness me being handed over to another man.

I closed my eyes for a moment, exhaling slowly.