"You do realize that's a bad idea, right…"
Lilith spoke coldly into her pager, her voice crisp with irritation. She could already hear Damon's low chuckle from the other side.
He didn't seem to care.
Typical.
She sighed, closing her eyes in frustration. All that talk about the two of them being together, all those promises… and the first real chance he gets, he leaves her to go chase after revenge.
That was fine.
She didn't even care.
So what if he might provoke all of Valtheron's criminal underworld?
Clearly, he was either overly confident in his power… or just suicidal.
She was leaning toward suicidal.
Still, she muttered under her breath, 'I certainly hope that Deathless skill is just as good as advertised…'
Because he was going to need it.
Lilith stood from her office chair, the sleek surface of her desk reflecting the faint shimmer of the Academy's luxurious runes. She walked to the window and stared out—
