Lilith hadn't moved when Simon returned to his room that evening.
She sat cross-legged on the bed with the dark-red coat around her shoulders. Her eyes were closed, her breathing slow and even, and the thin thread of demonic energy flowing into her body didn't waver when the door opened.
Simon opened his mouth to tell her he would be out tonight.
Then he closed it.
'Better not.'
He left as quietly as he had come in.
Seraya's rooms occupied the far end of the eastern wing, where a covered pavilion stretched out over the lake on slender white pillars. Amber lanterns hung from its eaves, and their light floated on the water below like scattered coins. Beyond the railing, the crimson moon hung above the dark outline of The Wall.
The doors between her room and the pavilion stood open.
Seraya was waiting at the railing.
