It was Liam—annoying, beautiful, rude Liam. He’d told me of his nightmares, his past. He’d made me stupid dresses and given me flowers. He’d saved my life and kept me from being dragged back to Kaden. He saw me—the real me—and didn’t turn away. He had healed me. I didn’t know when it had happened, but he was mine, and I would tear anyone who so much as touched him to pieces. I owed him that, at least.
