Liam frisked him then stared down at him, not bothering to stifle his revulsion. Hot anger ran through him like an electric current. “I should kill you.” Noah couldn’t even look at him. He was a small, weak, pathetic man. Liam fought the desire to end him. Everything in his training urged him to do it. Everything but his heart. For Hannah’s sake, Liam stayed his hand. As much as he wanted to, he wouldn’t kill the husband of the woman he loved. He wouldn’t kill the father of her child.
