"Lilith," Cyrus called as Lilith walked past him with the maids assigned to her.
"Do we have anything to talk about Cyrus?" Lilith retorted, inching a brow up.
"Lilith you know we do..."
"We don't have anything to talk about Cyrus, let me do what I'm here for," She snapped.
"Lilith," Cyrus called again.
"What! What do you want from me, Cyrus?" She yelled, motioning to the maids to leave. "I'll call you when I need you," she dismissed.
"Just a minute Lilith, I just need to talk to you..."
"About what? If it's nothing connected to why I'm in this pack Cyrus, excuse me," she said and moved to leave again when he grabbed her hands.
"Get your fucking hands off me!"
"Please..."
"What else do you want from me, Cyrus?"
"We have something..." Cyrus continued trying to talk.
"We have nothing Cyrus, nothing! I need you to read my fuckin lips NOTHING!" She yelled, enunciating her words.
