When Tilly returned to the mansion, she stopped at the front door and coughed. She covered her lips with her palm, drawing it away only to see blood on it. For someone as powerful as her, using it would also mean straining her body. But she didn't regret it for good use.
She closed her hand ever so slowly, pushing the door open. As soon as Tilly stepped inside, her eyes landed on Fabian. He was sitting on the settee and raised his head to meet her gaze. Tilly didn't speak as she resumed her steps.
"So it was a lie?" he asked just when she took five steps, knowing she wouldn't say a word if he didn't. "That one month... is a lie?"
Tilly slowly turned her head in his direction but said nothing. He looked a little annoyed as he stood up, cocking his head with his sharp eyes on her.
