*~Young Lilith's POV~*
I blinked rapidly, tension tightening every muscle in my body. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear Alice and the others. Tonight. The word echoed through me like a warning bell. I stood abruptly, forcing a weak smile.
"Yeah… tonight. Tonight will be good," I muttered. "I think I should… make a plan. I'll be right back. I just… I have an intense stomachache."
Before anyone could question me further, I rushed out of the room. Jonathan was right behind me, his footsteps sharp against the stone floor.
"Lady Lilith!" he called, reaching for my arm.
I turned to face him, my breathing uneven.
"Are you alright?" His tone carried genuine worry as his green eyes searched my face.
"No, no… I'm fine," I lied, though my voice betrayed me.
He touched my forehead, feeling for a fever, and the warmth of his hand sent an unexpected flutter through my chest. Then he drew me closer, his voice soft yet firm.
"Anything wrong with you, you can tell me."
