“We all remember, Waterlily,” Ansel said, taking a step closer. At the second familiar nickname, my heart stuttered. Zach shrugged. “We’ve been trying to tell you all along, kid.” Vincent shot him a look. “She’s not a kid anymore. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t need us. She’s our Lily.” He shot me a hesitant smile. “Or maybe Lil when the mood is right.”
