Lilia stood in front of the mirror as the woman worked on her waist, tightening it as if she meant to take it away entirely. It was the same woman who had helped her cross from the in-between worlds into the land of the dead—and now, here she was, binding her like this.
Strangely enough, Lilia found herself relieved that she hadn't been given a robe or nightwear to wear to his chambers. Apparently, the rules here were different. Being invited to someone's chamber didn't imply what it did in the land of the living. Here, it seemed to mean dinner—a chance to get to know one another. That intrigued her.
In the land of the living, such an invitation at night carried different meanings. Not that she was comparing—but if she were, it was worth noting. There, a nighttime visit to a man's chamber usually meant something else entirely—perhaps that the man had given in to desire, or lust, somehow.
