Lilith stood in the middle of her kitchen and didn't move for a long time.
The bag sat on the table. Twenty gold bars. Seventy thousand dollars. Just sitting there like it was nothing. Like that amount of money was something people just left on kitchen tables.
She should be angry.
She thought about Nicholas's hand around her throat.
The cold fury in his silver eyes. The absolute certainty that she deserved to die for what she'd done. That terrifying quiet voice....how dare you.
She should say no.
Every reasonable part of her brain was saying no.
She sat down at the table.
Didn't touch the bag. Just sat there looking at it.
Seventy thousand dollars.
