The rest of the day passed, and Lilith found herself looking over her shoulder for any signs of any horses, headless men, and/or headless horses. She had made sure to keep a watch out of the windows of Willow’s clinic, and for the first time in a long time, she didn’t want to head home.

Wherever that might be.

She sat at a window-sill, one leg propped up on it, with Lilith’s gaze falling on the rising moon. “Uncle,” she said to herself. “Why are you ...