“Whatever.” Hendrix tossed out the word and headed upstairs.

In the bedroom, Lilith had just finished her shower and was making the bed. She leaned forward, dark hair cascading over her shoulders, with glimpses of her figure peeking through. Standing at the foot of the bed, Hendrix watched her as she smoothed the sheets, then lit incense on the bedside table—his preference—and placed his usual book nearby.

“It’s late. Get some rest; you have work ...