Kieran had dimmed the lights in the bedroom and shut the window to keep the draft out while Liam towel dried himself in the dark. The hot bath and double whiskey had settled Liam’s nerves. The numbness had sunk back into him. Everything around him seemed colorless. Sounds seemed to come from outside a padded room. Except that the cell was inside his own head.
A sick bastard.
Liam could see Kieran watching him. Kieran’s bright eyes followed his every movement, and it tortured him. How he needed Kieran’s comfort at this moment. But the sight of him turned his stomach. He could hear Rye’s words playing over and over, and with every spin they took around Liam’s head, they sounded more and more like the truth. They were no longer a hysterical accusation, but a plausible fact.
Could it be tha
