Sixty-four

*********Lilith POV*******

As I walked past the mirror, I took a glance at my reflection and tried to smile, but my lips rebelled against me and I frowned at my image.

Last night was beautiful and passionate, and I woke up feeling amazing. But after my talk with Atlas and hearing the depression in his voice, I don't feel so great anymore.

All that I could think about now was how depressed he must be over another death of his uncle caused by me. It sucks to think about it, and I felt miserable with myself.

Years ago, I chose this life of an assassin, thinking that I was over with love, emotions, and humanity in general.

But Atlas ruined that for me in a good way, and now I am having thoughts about marriage and babies. Something that I would have rolled my eyes at in the past.

But now, is that even possible between Atlas and me? I want to think that it could be and love could erase the blood that I have spilled in his family. But let's be honest, Atlas wouldn't feel the same way