"Open."
Lilith's voice cut through the moment with her usual edge, and the smart door clicked softly before swinging open.
Standing there was a young Asian woman—petite, sharp-featured, and dressed in a neat black gown. Her long dark hair was flowed behind her. But what caught Lilith's attention wasn't the girl.
It was what she was holding.
A single Black Calla Lily, cradled delicately in both hands.
Lilith froze, her golden eyes widening slightly, completely caught off-guard. Her gaze dropped to the flower, stunned into silence. Of all the things to show up at her doorstep today… this?
The girl bowed politely, her voice light and cheerful.
"A young mister asked me to deliver this to you, Miss Lilith."
Lilith didn't move. Her eyes were locked on the flower, her thoughts racing. She never told anyone about her favorite flower. Not her gang. Not her assistants. Not even Liam. It was something she kept to herself. Something personal. Private.
So how the hell…
