The elevator finally came to a halt with a soft ding, and the doors slid open to reveal the lavish interior of Lilith's penthouse. Liam stepped out slowly, Lilith still slumped gently over his back. Her breathing was steady but shallow, the blood from her shoulder still seeping lightly through her clothes. The quiet hum of the city at night was a distant murmur outside the tall glass windows.
Liam walked over to the spacious living room and gently lowered Lilith onto the soft black leather sofa. She groaned in pain, her brows tightening as her hand instinctively flew to her wounded shoulder.
"Where's your medical kit?" Liam asked, his voice calm but firm.
