Damon merely gave her a resigned smile. She hated that smile. She hated how he was looking at her at this moment.
She would have been able to accept it if he were angry. If he unleashed all his power. But instead, he gave her that same tired, resigned look, and it made her feel unbearably frustrated.
The twisted dagger in her hand felt cold, even though it was not an actual object. It was a magical construct carrying the souls of thousands of mortals… and one god.
This should have been over. This nightmare should have ended, but it had not.
Seraph Null was dead. They had won. It was over.
Lilith was tired. She was hurt. And she… she was afraid.
She was not so sure anymore. This was the one thing she could do. This was the only answer she had certainty in.
'I just want us to go back home together…'
That was the only thought in her heart.
