"Lilith." Rayan finally spoke, his voice deep and smooth, the kind of voice that once made her pause… but not anymore. He took a step forward, eyes sharp with pride, wearing that same confident smirk.
"Don't pretend," he said slowly, hands casually tucked in his pockets like he was being polite. "I know you haven't lost any memory."
Lilith didn't move. Her eyes remained fixed on her drink, her expression as calm and unreadable as always. But that only pushed Rayan further. "If this is your new trick to get me back…" he added, leaning slightly toward her, his voice lowering like he was doing her a favor, "…I'm telling you—it's not working."
Nina looked up, sensing the tension. But Lilith finally looked up. Slowly, her gaze rose to meet Rayan's eyes. Her expression didn't flare with anger. There was no shock. No pain. Just a soft, collected look like someone watching a child throw a tantrum in public. She placed her cup down gently, the soft click louder than his voice.
