“He’s a dick sometimes, but we all have our demons. That’s how Liam masks his.” “Ty doesn’t seem to have any demons,” Rena muses, and I don’t miss the wistful flutter of her lashes. Ty’s demons are stashed away so deep behind his sweetness; I fear, one day, they’ll come roaring to life with a vengeance, but I don’t share that. Instead, I keep it vague. “None of us are unscathed. It’s the scars that bind us.”
