Lilith’s POV
The word angry was an understatement to describe how I felt. I was beyond furious.
Why would he not want me to go with him? Is it because I am a woman, and he thinks I am weak?
I scoffed, sitting on a low stool in the midst of a beautiful rose garden. The scent of the flowers glided into my nostrils, it was like a soothing balm to my aching heart.
Their red petals were beginning to close as the day drew near its ending, yet they were beautiful. I couldn’t help but get lost in its beauty.
I stood up and plucked one, careful not to get pierced by the thorns on the flower stalk. Bringing it closer to my nostrils, I sighed as it hit my senses with great delight.
My thoughts drifted to Adam once more. What was he doing now? He had been under a lot of pressure and I wanted him
