Nathan's eyes flew open wide. But there was no pain. No sensation of impact.
Lilith's fist was still embedded in his forehead like it had gently phased through skin and bone and logic.
Then she slowly pulled it out—no blood, no gaping hole. Nothing but a faint shimmer of violet light that faded as her knuckles left his skin.
She smiled like a school nurse who just convinced a kid he didn't need a band-aid.
"There we go," she said calmly. "A little tease for my beloved son," She chuckled.
Nathan didn't move. His breath caught. "What the fuck was that?"
"Told you, just a little tease, my dear." Lilith said. "Don't worry. Only your soul came here. Your body's still out cold, draped in monster hug and rabbit drool."
She gave a tiny laugh, eyes soft. "I told you I'd be a good mother. Didn't I?"
Nathan blinked, stunned. "What?"
