"Could we have some privacy?" Lilith asked Ronan, her honey-sweet voice dripping with false concern. "It's about... well, woman things."
Ronan's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Whatever you need to tell Seraphina, you can say in front of me."
Lilith sighed dramatically. "Please, Alpha Ronan. It's about her... condition. Her upcoming heat. I want to help her."
I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Lilith helping me with anything was as likely as wolves suddenly sprouting wings.
"Fine," Ronan finally conceded, but his posture remained rigid. "Five minutes. I'll be right outside." He fixed Lilith with a hard stare. "Don't upset her."
As soon as he closed the door behind him, Lilith's concerned mask slipped. She moved closer, lowering her voice.
"Listen carefully," she whispered. "I can help you escape tonight."
I blinked at her, carefully maintaining my confused expression. "Escape? From where?"
