"Sweetie, I seem to be experiencing a touch of... fever. Might you assist me?" Lilith murmured in Aditya's ear. The suggestive lilt in her voice was sinfully compelling, almost as if she was the siren's song calling him into temptation. Her whispered words were like tinder to his pent-up desires, sparking a dangerous flame within him. It was well known in this world that Dragons, much like the incubi, possessed potent desires of their own.
However, Sasha found herself unable to bear the sight. She was consumed by frustration. Jerking Lilith away from Aditya, she shot her an icy glare.
"Mother, our original purpose has been served. You've ascertained that I wasn't spinning tales. Let's get out of here. This place... it leaves a bitter taste in my mouth." Sasha's voice was frosty as she turned her back on Aditya, her slender shoulders rigid. It was evident to Aditya from her frosty tone and rigid stance that she was still upset with him about his decision to save Laura.
