I’m less and less able to keep up my act. My control. It was all doomed to be shattered the second Lilah returned to my life, and I’m oddly looking forward to the moment she puts me in my place. I want Lilah to pull the trigger. Too soon, and we’re at the OCC’s gates. I shudder. Hunter drives us through the checkpoints to the performing arts center. “If you don’t want to—” “I’m going.” Hunter levels me with a look that drips in his newfound dominance. “You swear on your life you’re good to watch her?” I tsk. Swear on something with value. “I swear on her life.”
