Liam:
The door slammed behind me harder than I meant.
But I didn’t care.
To say that I was furious would be an understatement to how I was feeling.
I paced the length of my office, hands clenched at my sides, heart hammering. Every word Claire had spat still rang in my ears. Every word Alaria had thrown back at me burned like a fresh scar.
I could still see her.
Her arms crossed, her chin lifted, her eyes full of fire.
Daring me.
Telling me she’d leave, like I didn’t have the right to stop her.
And Claire, standing there, shrieking about heirs and bastards and Lunas.
I dragged a hand through my hair, my fingers shaking.
I’d never hated this house more than I did in that moment.
A sharp knock on the door.
“Unless anyone is dying, I would suggest that you go away.” I said, knowi
