"I stormed in because you were trying to seduce him," Abyss snapped. "You have no sense of boundaries, Lilith. He doesn't belong to you."
"Oh, and he belongs to you, does he?" Lilith shot back, taking a step closer. Her tone turned mocking. "You're just mad because I'm better at this than you are."
Abyss growled low in her throat, her fists clenching. "You don't even care about him. For you, this is just a game."
"And for you, it's what? A chance to prove you can actually share something for once?" Lilith's lips curled into a wicked smile. "Face it, Abyss. You don't want him—you just don't want me to have him."
Abyss's glare intensified, but then, surprisingly, she exhaled sharply, stepping back. "You think you know everything, don't you?" she said, her voice quieter but no less intense. "Fine. You want to share? This time, I'll let you. But don't get comfortable."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!