LILITH'S POV

Three days later

The leather chair felt extremely cold beneath my thighs, even though I went with the thick leather jeans Reed had gotten me from the store.

I shifted uncomfortably, hyperaware of every set of eyes that occasionally flickered in my direction before quickly looking away.

The conference room in the central hall's business center had slowly become our makeshift battle room.

Reed told me it was the kind of place that tension lived rent free, where decisions that ...