The Things She Cannot Say

Lilith POV I woke earlier than usual, though my body felt heavy, like sleep had been something I fought for instead of something that came naturally. The room was dim, the curtains still half drawn. When I reached for my phone on the nightstand, I already knew what I would see before the screen even lit up. The message sat there quietly, waiting. “What are you doing?” I stared at it for a long moment. It had no softness, no polite formality, no attempt to conceal intention.  Damien spoke the way he moved: direct, steady, unapologetic. A part of me wanted to write something back. Anything. Even a small reassurance that I was alive and well. But the thought barely formed before Lucian’s voice from yesterday pressed itself sharply into my mind. “I do not trust him.” The words knotted inside me. If Lucian ever saw this message, Damien would not just be in danger. He would be hunted. And the way Lucian had spoken about Greece, about betrayal, about his own brother, showed he no longer