Though Lilith couldn't clearly hear what Fitzgerald was saying, his warm tone combined with her soft, gentle words sounded like flirting. Yet lately, whenever she spoke to him, her voice was icy.

At this moment, her anger was palpable as she hissed, “Hendrix!? What are you talking about? Let go of me!”

Lilith never expected to find someone in this pitch-black room.

She struggled, but the more she squirmed, the tighter his grip ...