Her eyes widened.
For once, the terrifying woman who could casually cripple her own cousin looked genuinely speechless.
The hallway went silent.
Even Dickson forgot how to breathe.
Lilith stared at Liam for a heartbeat.
Two.
Then something in her expression softened instantly.
The anger vanished.
Her body relaxed against him.
And when she finally kissed him back, it wasn't restrained in the slightest.
Her fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt as she melted into his embrace.
It amazed Dickson every single time.
One second she was Satan.
The next, Liam could somehow turn her into putty.
Meanwhile, Liam opened one eye.
Dickson stood there staring like an idiot.
Liam subtly lifted his free hand.
Tap.
He smacked Dickson lightly on the back.
Then gestured.
Run.
Dickson blinked.
He looked at Liam.
Then at Lilith.
Then at Liam again.
Understanding dawned immediately.
His friend wasn't just kissing Lilith.
He was buying him time.
A distraction.
