Liam walked toward Lilith slowly, the weight of everything that had just happened sinking heavily into his chest. Each step echoed in the quiet underground space. His eyes were locked on her hands—still swirling gently with frost, icy mist dancing in the air around her fingers like silent whispers. It was surreal.
When he finally reached her, he paused in front of her, eyes wide with awe and disbelief. Slowly, cautiously, he reached out, his fingers trembling slightly. The moment his skin brushed hers, he expected the sharp bite of cold, the sting of ice—but it never came. Instead, it felt oddly... familiar. Like he was touching her, only her, stripped of all the walls and layers. The frost obeyed her completely, molding itself around his touch. It was as though her power recognized him, accepted him.
Lilith smiled faintly, her breathing still a little uneven from what had just occurred. "You might wanna look back," she said softly, her voice laced with both wonder and warning.
