Where I Woke Up

LLILTH’S POV The new day dawned quietly, almost without warning. The first light of the day found its way into the house through the rear window, pouring across the marble floor of Damien’s bathroom. Steam rose lazily from the shower, and moments after waking up myself, I stood under the warmth letting the water run over my skin. My hands were pressed briefly to the tiled wall, In that same moment, flashes of memories flooded my mind from all corners, harsh and relentless. I was seeing pictures of myself and hearing echoes of my own voice once again, just the same way it was raised the night before, stubborn in a way I hadn’t allowed myself in years, my tone had been almost defiant. I was picturing how I had refused to go back to the Verona mansion the last time I came to see Damien. How he had found me outside, like he had been waiting. His hands had been so steady on my arms, grounding me. His calm, controlled presence had been a counterweight to my defiance. An