“You’re Lilith,” he whispered against my skin. “You can’t be burned if you’re the flame.” Pulling back, he looked down into my eyes, and I didn’t want to smile. He wasn’t off the hook for that scare, but I walked in here with something that I was going to leave without. Everything felt stronger and lighter. How the hell did he do that? Lilith... His words drifted through my head. Was he Jewish? She was in our folklore. Adam’s first wife and cast out of the Garden of Eden, because she refused to be subservient. She was dark and light. She wasn’t afraid to fall or to burn too bright. She was a
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