But the way he pouted—the way his hair had fallen slightly over his eyes, and how his shirt collar was still crooked from earlier…it was ridiculous.
And annoyingly charming.
She turned her head slightly, biting back a laugh.
But Gray noticed the smile.
He stepped closer, his voice lowering.
"Admit it," he said softly. "You were jealous."
Lilith's eyes sparkled, slow and dangerous.
"You're lucky I didn't throw her out the elevator," she whispered, releasing his tie with a small push.
And Gray was already grinning like a man who knew exactly how to get under her skin.
They finally stepped into Nina's ward.
The moment the door closed behind them, Lilith's playful smirk vanished. Her gaze sharpened, and the air around her shifted. The light in her eyes turned cold, unreadable as if someone had flicked a switch inside her.
Her heels clicked gently against the floor as she walked to the hospital bed.
