Chapter Seventy Eight

Lilith's POV

Theseus leaves me when I've dried my body from tears.

He lays me on the bed, covering me gently with the throw as he tucks me in as if I were a child.

I'm too tired to argue, too depleted to care.

My emotions, the ones I've hidden deep inside of me for as long as I can remember, seem to have taken everything out of me.

I didn't realise I harbour such feelings, and I never knew my life amounted to emotions.

I always stayed humble and believed my life was heading in the right direction.

That my ordeals were for a reason.

But now I am questioning everything, and I want to mull it over, but my body doesn't want to allow me to do that.

Sleep beckons me, my body falling into slumber despite my fighting it.

My sleep is fitful and disturbed, the memories of my life with Damian ruining my snooze.

Cold air wakes me, my body jostling against a warm wall, and the wall smells amazing.

Utterly incredible and mouth-wateringly good.

My hand moves over the hard planes of a chest, and I'm