One week.
It had been one week since she walked out of the Blackwood estate with ten gold bars and bruises that were only now starting to fade from purple to yellow.
One week and Lilith still couldn't sleep through the night.
Not once. Not a single night.
It started on the third day. The first two nights after she got home she'd slept like the dead....pure exhaustion dragging her under the moment her head hit the pillow, no dreams, nothing. Just black, empty, merciful nothing.
She should have known it was too good to last.
Because on the third night they came back.
All three of them.
She woke up gasping, sheets twisted around her legs, her whole body drenched in sweat and something else entirely. Her heart was hammering. Her skin felt like it had been set on fire from the inside.
And her fingers....
She yanked her hand out from under the blanket and stared at it.
When did I.....
