Rain fell on Lilith's face.
It no longer turned into steam before it could touch her. It ran down her cheeks, through her long black hair, and over the cracks of golden light that were spreading across her hands.
Simon stared at those cracks.
They had already passed her wrists. Thin lines of light crawled beneath her skin like fractures spreading through glass, and every time her aura sank, a new one appeared.
"Lilith," he said, and his voice came out lower than he intended. "Your body…"
"I know."
"What's happening to you? Is there anything I can do to stop it?"
She didn't answer him.
Simon glanced around. They were still hanging in the sky above the southern districts. Below them, soldiers were staring up from the battlements, and far to the west, Zarven was most likely watching too.
There were too many eyes here.
