Bad Things Happen At Midnight

The city of Steadfast was quieter at midnight, but never truly asleep. 

The streets beyond the noble districts still bustled with those who thrived in the dark, but the heart of the city, near the palace, was still and cold under the moonlight.

Lilith moved through the empty paths like a wraith, her dark cloak blending into the shadows of the night. 

She'd left the Underwood manor unnoticed, slipping past guards and servants with ease. Tonight, there was only one goal.

Gwen Hart.

She'd thought about Ren's words and while he was right, as always, she couldn't let things go.

Gwen had provoked her, acting like a thorn digging into her side. She could see it in the lady's eyes. She wanted to take Ren from her. And that couldn't be allowed to happen.

So, here she was, following the faint trail of Gwen's soul traces, allowed her Gift to guide her.