A small chuckle bubbled out from Lillith’s lips, and she was glad for the distraction from her rocky emotions. Did this kid really think Cooper mattered that much to her? The only person who mattered much to Lillith was herself and, at times, even that was questionable. But still, she felt some kind of responsibility for the poor sap… she was the reason he came here, both to the party, and to the room with this stranger. She planned to take any of the heat for this one.

Lillith took a brave step closer to him, her chunky black boots making a hard clunking sound against the floor. Suddenly, she wished she’d dressed more intimidating than a skin-tight silver dress and lime green fishnets. Oh well, sexy could be just as intimidating as anything else. “Listen close, kid. First, stop calling me ‘Miss’, do I look like a fucking teacher to you? And second, how the hell do you even know my name? Are you like a creepy-ass stalker or something? What exactly are you looking to score here?” she had gradually stepped closer to him, almost nose to nose, wearing an expression that was equally as cross as it was stubborn.

“Maybe this friend of yours isn’t someone I should worry about. Maybe it’s you who is to blame. You say you want to break something, huh? You got a real bad violent side? Maybe you get your kicks dolling up helpless young women, then breaking them too? You sick fuck.” Her words were hissed into his face with what she was sure was a fair amount of spit. Lillith had a crazed look in her eyes, maybe it was the drugs, but it could just as easily be her natural self.