“Quite the necklace you have there.” He points to the greenish bruises on my throat. “Thank you. It was expensive.” I lift my chin. “Cost someone their life.”
“Don’t leave me,” I whisper to Liam. I don’t care that I’m far gone enough to hallucinate, that my brain is using Liam as a crutch as long as he stays, as long as I’m not alone. “I won’t. I swear.”