Liam kicked at a stone on the sidewalk, scowling as it skittered across the concrete. Something wasn't right about that guy. Who lives alone in a place like that at his age? That penthouse apartment in the most expensive building in town, with its floor-to-ceiling windows and modern art pieces that probably cost more than Liam's parents made in a year. No parents, no guardians, just a teenager with enough money to rent a luxury apartment? It didn't add up. He had to be running from something – or someone. Maybe he'd stolen from the wrong people, maybe he'd done something worse...
A chill ran down Liam's spine as he remembered the way Lucien sometimes looked at people – like he was seeing right through them, like he knew all their secrets. And those eyes... those unnatural gray eyes that m
