Adam looked at Lilith, who was watching him with that characteristic serene expression—crimson eyes half-lidded, pale features illuminated by the dying firelight.
'She's really beautiful when she's quiet like this,' he thought, the realization striking him with unexpected force. 'Well, she's usually beautiful too, but sometimes she's also... terrifying.'
"You're not thinking anything inappropriate about me, are you?" Lilith's voice cut through his reverie, soft but knowing.
Adam blinked, caught off guard. "No."
Lilith leaned closer—close enough that Adam could smell her scent, something floral and faintly exotic, mixed with the subtle undertone of her own unique presence. The firelight caught the curve of her lips as she smiled.
"Then why did you suddenly call me over?" Her voice was a low murmur, meant only for him.
