Novel & Cerita And Then There Were Four Lilith Carrie

Xander lit the tobacco in his mouth, "The fewer people know about your real identity, the higher chance for us to move freely. It’s what you call a clean slate, Lilith." I kept sighing hearing petty excuses from him, or so I thought. I couldn't help but show my disappointment about it, "Those were innocent lives. Those were people. They had family, too. They weren't even connected to the Morgans, were they?" But he responded differently from what I expected. He laughed maniacally without any sign of remorse, "Innocent, you say? If only you had known who they were, I highly doubt you would even want them alive. Not even a single soul from those deserves to live. None!" he was berated.

Uriel leans in as close as he can to see her, but she’s sitting in a corner, out of his line of sight. “Lilith? Sister? It’s me, Uriel. Tell me how to get you out of here. How can I break this gate?” There’s no response. Lilith—or Carrie, the name Carla gave her after finding and forcing her to join her—is sitting with her eyes nearly white, staring blankly at a spot on the dark wall. She’s still, as though her soul has been separated from her body. She hears a voice, faint and distant, echoing in her mind, but she cannot move.

"And now he's back, playing the role of a business elite." I could not believe it. Susan choosing someone like him was amusing, to say the least. Without saying a word, I walked over with Emily, holding our arms. When Charles spotted us, he sneered. "Another rich girl, Angus? Where do you keep finding them?" Emily raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong, Charles? Did Krista dump you so hard that you've forgotten who I am?" Charles's face went pale as he scanned her face, clearly embarrassed. "Oh, it's Ms. Holt! You're here too!" he stammered.

“How are you holding up?” I winced. “I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?” There was a pause. I could hear her breathing on the other end. “Lilith,” she said quietly. “Because of Lilith, Vermmy.” Just hearing her name felt like a bruise being pressed. “It’s been four years,” I said, eyes flicking to the rearview mirror. My reflection stared back, jaw tight, eyes darker than I remembered. “I don’t care about Lilith anymore.”

We hadn’t gone far when a familiar voice cut through the air. “Cora!” The wolf inside me flinched. “Mommy, I think someone’s calling you,” four-year-old Lily said, her fingers tightening around mine. “He’s got the wrong person. Let’s walk faster.” I pulled Lily toward the dessert shop at the intersection. Before I could push open the glass door, a blast of icy air washed over me. A hand clamped down on my arm like a vise. “What are you running from?” Kian’s eyes were red as he stared me down.