The sun was just beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the mansion's garden as Lilith sat by the window, staring out at the horizon.
She couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that had settled in her chest, a weight that had been growing heavier with each passing day.
Her mind was a whirl of doubts and suspicions, all centering on Don—the man who had become a familiar presence at Molto Affamato, the man she now believed was not who he claimed to be.
Lilith had spent the morning training with Amon, Malachi, and Eucraick, her powers growing stronger and more controlled with each session.
Yet, even with the progress she was making, her thoughts kept drifting back to Don's face and the unsettling familiarity that tugged at her memory.
There was something there, something she couldn't quite grasp, and it was driving her mad.