Damon watched Lily in silence.
She stood a few feet from him, gripping the spear with both hands as if it were something both familiar and utterly foreign. The weapon seemed too large for her slender frame, the shaft almost touching the ground when she relaxed her arms. Yet, there was firmness in her posture—not technique, but intention.
A clear will not to let go.
Damon crossed his arms slowly.
"You're a succubus," he said finally. "You can manipulate emotions, drain desire, survive without ever lifting a weapon… so explain to me exactly why you want me to teach you how to use a spear."
Lily tilted her head slightly, her white hair cascading over her shoulders. Her eyes held no malice at that moment. Just something more raw.
"Because you're the best," she replied without hesitation.
Damon blinked.
"That's not true."
"It is," she insisted, tightening her grip on the spear shaft. "I saw it." "Not just what you do… but how you do it."
He let out a short, humorless laugh.
