He leaned forward in his seat, his voice dropping just slightly, as if someone might be listening. His lips curled into a hesitant, serious line. "Your family is…" he paused, letting the words hang in the air for a few beats too long, his eyes searching hers for a reaction—some hint of emotion.
Lilith's face didn't twitch. But the tension in her gaze sharpened like a knife unsheathing itself.
"…not who you think they are," he finished, dragging the mystery further.
Her nails tapped once against her arm. "Start talking properly," she said coldly. "Or I'm leaving."
Rayan swallowed hard. The mystery he thought would impress her was only testing her patience.
"Alright, alright… don't get angry," Rayan said quickly, holding up his hands as if to calm a wild storm. "I'll tell you."
Lilith didn't move, but the look in her eyes was enough to burn through his soul.
