"So you've returned to me," Lilith said, tapping her fingers on her desk. "How was your vacation, Iliana?"
"Odd," Iliana admitted, on one knee.
"Odd, you say," Lilith repeated as a tightness stretched across her jaw. "You took up a disciple, yet you say it was odd."
Iliana looked up for the first time. Her starry red eyes turned wide. "Disciple? I have a disciple? When did that happen?"
Damaris and Eroma exchanged stunned glances.
"How'd that happen, Master?" Iliana curiously asked.
Lilith groaned, cupping her face. "No wonder I didn't learn of this nonsense. You were ignorant yourself. Your clone must not have been created by our blood but something else. No wonder I didn't realize."
"Wait! Wait! Wait!" Eroma said. "I'm confused. What just happened?"
Iliana looked at Eroma and tilted her head. "You're allowing men into your court now?"
