CHAPTER 58: RANTING MAN

LILITH’S POV:

Her eyes turn cold, staring at me with enough killing intent that a shark would give the first meal it sees after starving for a month.

If looks could kill, I’d be six feet under in only seconds of her stare.

Maybe if it had been someone else on the other end of her deadly gaze, they’d piss their pants and hide for a year, but she still doesn’t inspire a bit of fear within me.

Maybe discomfort, but that's it.

I gulp down the rest of my white wine, dropping the glass and turning away.

Today has already started out good, no way am I going to let a spoiled psychotic princess ruin it for me.

The moment I turn around to walk far away from her as possible, I bump into someone else, luckily without the wine in my hand

That would have been a disaster.

“Ouch.” She mutters, rubbing at her arm.

“Ariel?” I recognize her voice and watch her familiar face contort slightly in pain.

Her doe-eyes look up at me.

“Hey.” She greets almost shyly. From the way she stands there, I already kno