Lilith rose from her seat in the study and stepped over to stand in front of the fireplace. She’d meant to address her audience several minutes ago, but the stupid little demi-demon Lena had walked into a church. The shock of where the young woman had gone, that she actually crossed the sanctified space’s threshold, was still fresh.
Lilith had to afford her enemy’s daughter grudging respect for her ability to enter a chapel. That someone descended from her bloodline, no matter how watered down, could withstand such surroundings spoke volumes about Alex Williams Lasham’s faith. The Segreto bitch had somehow transformed profane energy into a child who could negate holy power. Lena’s immunity to the sacred frightened Lilith almost as much as the church itself.
Lilith had withdrawn as much of her consciousness as possible from Lena while still maintaining contact with the girl’s mind. She had been swept by nausea and pain nevertheless, and it had taken all her control to hide the agony from the others in her presence. Finally the hateful little bitch had left the chapel. After another five minutes of collecting herself, Lilith felt strong enough to take center stage before the hearth.