She looked up out of thin gray walls that curled up over her bare skin. Later she would think of it as a sarcophagus, but for now it was simply the first thing she’d ever seen, along with his hungry face.

“Lilith,” the man above her demanded in a booming voice that echoed inside the coffin. She took his proffered hand, having nothing else to do. His tone was soft when he added, “You will be a fine wife.” All she could think about was that he had cloth to cover himself, yet she did not. It was cold.