Lilith POVThe air was the first thing that was different.I stepped off the jet and it hit me, warmer than New York, carrying something I didn't have a word for immediately. Old, maybe. The light was different too, even at this hour, a softness to the dark that New York didn't do.I stood on the tarmac and waited for something to resolve inside me. Relief, maybe. Or the specific exhale of someone who had finally gotten far enough away from the thing that had been pressing on them.What I felt instead was disoriented in a way that had nothing to do with the flight.Leo was already moving ahead, speaking quietly to the men who had materialized at the base of the stairs. They were not like Lucian's men. Lucian's men watched everything; you, the exits, each other, the room's potential for violence at any given moment. These men acknowledged. Brief eye contact, a slight incline of the head. One of them looked at me and nodded once.I didn't know what to do with that, so I walked towar
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