Lilith was dreaming about Stevon again.
They were in the Phillips Library, sitting on the floor between the stacks like usual, and he was showing her something in his sketchbook. The lines kept shifting, but she knew it was important. She needed to see it, but couldn't quite make it out.
“Stevon, I can’t—I can’t see what you’re drawing.”
He looked up at her, and his eyes had changed. Not his usual chocolate brown eyes. They were amber this time.
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“Because it’s not for you,” he said, his voice warped and strange.
The library dissolved and she felt like she was falling.
Lilith was now standing in the graveyard in Danvers, but this time it was different. The headstones were clean, and the moss was gone. The air smelled like bonfire smoke.
“Thou art the one who called to me.”
Lils spun around.
A girl stood by Eliza’s headstone. Dark hair, similar features, wearing a rough linen dress that looked dirty. She was staring at Lilith with wide eyes, a raven on her shoulder.
"Called to me and will not release me."
“I have to make sure that you don’t die—”
"Blood of my blood, release me!"
Eliza's face turned into that of the Crossroads Keeper and shoved Lils into the open grave. Lils screamed as the dirt caved in around her, in her final resting place.
Just then, Lils felt a pinching sensation and woke up abruptly. Levi was standing over her, holding a clucking chicken.
"Come Lils, there are eggs to be had!" he cried, running out of her room, holding the chicken high. Lils rubbed her eyes awake, the distinct odor of chicken butt lingering in the air. "Goody hath already started!"