When Lock reached the clearing, Lillith wasn't there yet. Fifteen minutes after the scheduled meeting time, she still hadn't arrived. Just as he was about to go looking for her, she stepped out of the trees. The vampiress was carrying a small silver object in one hand. She had put a lot of work into smoothing her facial features to form a mask of polite decorum, but Lock knew her well enough to recognize the small signs that she was upset and a angry.