Ella
“What?” I sniffled, wiping at my nose with the back of my hand—much to the chagrin of the nearby stylist, who looked like she was about to have a conniption as she rushed over to dab fresh powder on it.
“The camp I was sent to had… methods. Harsh methods, but effective.” Something dark flickered across Liam’s face, and for a moment, I saw a hint of a man who had suffered deeply at the hands of others. “But I did learn a few tricks for speaking under pressure.”
He looked around the room, his gaze landing on Lilith, who was arranging flowers in a vase nearby.
“Lilith!” he called. “Can you help us for a moment?”
Lilith set down her flowers and hurried over. “What is it, dear?”
“I need your help preparing Ella for the press conference,” Liam explained. “We’re going
