$30 candles designed specifically for her lit. Citrus-sharp tang floating through her dark apartment. Her mantletop
clock chimed two and she inhaled deeply, orange scented warmth coming from the nearest candle.
29 years old, the sharpest young thing at Wolfram and Hart, and she still ended up with wobbly knees at the sight of an 18 year old girl. 29 years old, unblinkingly vicious, and she still went dry (and so very *wet*) when the girl pushed her against a fence.
Lilah sighed, with just a whisper of regret, and blew the candle out with a slow puff of air.