Chapter 19— Lilith POV
When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing at the entrance of Morgan's throne chamber. There she sat on the throne with two pale-skinned hunters at her side. She was clad in a black V-neck gown, revealing tattoos on her chest. Unlike Morgan, who had only a few tattoos, my body was inked with many, especially my back. Her arms rested on the throne's armrests, each carved into the head of a owl.
A chill went down my spine, and I immediately knew I was dreaming. Dropping to one knee, I slowly bowed my head to her.
"Queen Mother."
"Rise, Lilith of Blackheart. You're welcome home."
When I stood, her face had morphed into concern.
"How long have you been away?" she asked.
"Fifteen days."
"Have you made any progress yet?"
"The bond—"
"The moon priestess… she's a witch. The serum she has been feeding into your veins will strengthen the bond between you and Maverick," she explained.
I stared at her. She blinked back at me.
