Mrs. Margaret held tightly onto her husband's arm, leaning into him as though his presence alone could shield her from the looming danger. Mr. John, though visibly panicked, stood his ground, his jaw clenched and eyes fixed on Lilith.
"Worry not," Lilith said, her tone surprisingly casual. "I won't be the one to kill you—at least, not yet." Her suffocating aura dissipated as if it had never been there, allowing the couple to breathe freely once more.
"You see," she continued, folding her arms with a playful smirk, "you might be right. Greg might let you live because of his feelings for your daughter. Or... he might kill you and risk her hating him forever. Quite the dilemma for the young man, isn't it? Kill his parents' murderers, or betray their memory for a girl. He's well and truly caught between a rock and a hard place."
Her crimson eyes gleamed. "But don't worry—I'll help him out. Let's just say I'm forcing him to owe me a favor... something I might cash in on later."
