Chapter 97 Vigilante

Liam felt Lilith's breasts press against his chest through the silky thin fabric of her nightgown as she wrapped her arms around him. Even though the gown was from the previous night, her perfume hadn't faded—it clung to her like a second skin, a hypnotic scent that made Liam wonder if he was dreaming. For a brief moment, time slowed. Her body was soft and warm, and for someone as deadly as she was, this rare moment of affection was enough to completely disarm him.

But just as quickly, Lilith pulled away from the hug. Her expression shifted from softness to satisfaction, a glint of amusement in her golden feline eyes.

"You did a really good job," she said, her voice smooth as silk. "The chaos won't trace back to me. To the world, it'll look like the Crimson Hand pissed off the wrong people."