He had liked her long before Ray or Alexander had even noticed her. There was something about Lilith, her boldness, her sharp tongue, her unapologetic confidencethat had captivated him in a way no one else ever had.
And now, with her standing in front of him, knowing the truth, he felt as though the ground beneath him was on the verge of crumbling.
"Lilith," she said softly, her voice breaking through his thoughts.
Gray stiffened slightly, his body tense as her sharp eyes studied him. She could sense it, his turmoil, his vulnerability.
"You're tense," she observed, her tone neutral, though her gaze softened ever so slightly.
Gray swallowed hard, clenching his fists for a moment before relaxing them.
He knew Lilith was no ordinary woman. She wasn't someone who could be fooled or swayed by mere words. If he wanted to keep her, he'd have to lay himself bare, even if it meant risking rejection.
