The Lie She Has to Survive
Lilith’s POV
Lucian’s question hit me so sharply that for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. My whole body felt like it had been caught under a spotlight.
I knew better than to answer too fast, just as I knew better than to hesitate too long. Still, the silence stretched, and that was already dangerous.
Lucian didn’t always care about the words I spoke; he cared about how my heartbeat changed when I said them.
“So tell me, Lilith… who were you meeting?” he asked again, softly, like the calm before a blade settles at your throat.
I swallowed. My hands felt cold. I tried to steady my breathing, but the more I tried, the worse it got.
Finally, I forced the lie out, quietly but as evenly as I could manage. “I wasn’t meeting anyone. I just… needed air. I felt suffocated, so I left the estate early. I planned to visit the orphanage after, but I wanted a little space first.”
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew it wasn’t a perfect lie. It didn’t sound rehearsed or clever. I

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