Alexander didn't say a word.
He stood there like a statue sculpted from wrath and restraint, his cold gaze fixed solely on her...not blinking, not moving, not even reacting to the wind ruffling his coat. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes… they were burning. Not like fire. No...like ice cracking under pressure.
He looked like a doll carved from marble— A cold, angry doll.
Lilith didn't flinch under his stare.
She didn't shrink or back away.
In fact… she tilted her head again and gave him a soft, amused look—like a queen observing a child throwing a tantrum.
"Sulking?" she murmured under her breath, the corners of her lips twitching ever so slightly.
She found his angry silent treatment... adorable.
Behind her, Jack finally caught up, his steps rushed, face confused.
"Lilith," he asked, brows furrowed, "Who is he?"
Lilith didn't turn to Jack. Her gaze was still locked with the storm before her.
