Lilith's POV I scrambled backward on the velvet couch, my hands flying up to my throat like I could still feel the pen buried in Julian's chest. My chest was heaving so hard I thought my ribs might crack open. The cold sweat was everywhere, dripping down my spine, soaking through the stupid liquid silk dress Malakai had picked out for me."Julian," I gasped, my voice cracking. "I stabbed him. He was in the room and the Feds—""Lilith, breathe."Malakai's voice cut through the panic like a bucket of ice water. He was kneeling right in front of me, his big hands gripping my knees so hard I could feel his fingers digging into my skin. His dark eyes were locked on mine, and for the first time since I met him, there was actual fear in them.Not fear of me. Fear for me."Look at me," he said, his voice low and steady. "You're in the antechamber. You fainted. The adrenaline from slapping Russo crashed your system.""But Julian—"Ronan let out a dark chuckle from somewhere behind me, but wh
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