The Devil Watches Too

Damien’s POV The feed opened and there she was, framed in the hallway like an object I had left lying around for her to find. Lilith stood with her face tipped up at the molding, eyes fixed on the small red blink I had installed. She did not move when she noticed the camera; instead she looked directly into it, and the tiny change in her expression was everything. She found it. She paused long enough for me to enjoy it, like someone who has found money tucked into an old coat pocket. I smiled before I knew I was smiling. Not the smile to be seen, not the smile that placates people. This one belonged to me alone. “She found it,” I said out loud, because saying it made it more real. Because the idea of her knowing there were eyes on the house, on her, was intoxicating in a way I refused to apologize for. Rafe, my second in command, came in after a soft knock. He was silent as always, tall and broad-shouldered, a soldier in every bone of his body. He stood by my desk like he had been plan