She gives us a scrutinizing once-over, eyes scanning Liam with baffled snark. “Looky here. The dead one was resurrected.” She slams the heavy door with a bang, spinning to face us, Liam still her focus. “Was that part of your mindfuck? Got rejected so you played dead?” Liam shoots her a glower of daggers, as homicidal as mine on him earlier. “The fuck? You think I faked being shot, princess?” He spits the insult while rolling his shirt up to reveal the fresh scar and quirking one brow. “And it was a loyalty test. Rejection was the goal, so I nailed it.”
