Lisa dozed off in Veil's arms and slept all the way until evening, only jolted awake by the sudden ring of her phone.
She rubbed her sleepy eyes, disoriented, and when she saw Veil lying on the bed beside her, looking at her quietly, she instinctively lowered her head in embarrassment.
All that earlier aggressiveness had melted away.
Now, facing Veil again, she couldn't help but feel a strange, unshakable sense of humility.
"You're not answering that?" Veil asked, glancing toward her bag on the floor, his tone tinged with amusement.
Lisa muttered softly, "It's a company dinner. Just some banquet thing... I was supposed to go, but now I don't want to go anywhere at all."
Her mind had long since drifted away from such meaningless obligations. Networking, schmoozing with higher-ups—what did any of that matter anymore?
All she wanted now was to stay here with Veil.
