Lilith walked closer to Hazel, her coat draped casually over her shoulder. She crossed her arms and looked Hazel up and down, her expression hardening. 

"I don't fucking care about whatever you're playing at," Lilith spat, her voice dripping with disdain. "But let me be clear: I won’t tolerate you disturbing Francisco’s mind."

Hazel's face tightened at the blatant hostility. She took a deep breath, deciding to stay calm despite the provocation. "Please, have a seat," she ...