The Don's Wife, The Brother's Whore
“Are you okay? You’re flushed, and your eyes… God, they’re bright. What happened?”
I froze.
I couldn’t answer her.
Not without lying.
Not without the truth spilling out like water.
So I looked away. “I’m fine. Just tired.”
She didn’t believe me, but she didn’t push either. She stepped behind me, brushing my hair back gently to check my neck.
Her breath caught.
My heart stopped.
“Lilith…you’re red,” she whispered. “Like someone’s mouth–”
I jerked away too fast.
“Shower,” I said, forcing my voice to stay level. “I need a shower.”