His words hissed to a stop, and I knew exactly why. As the roiling heat of Liam’s power appeared in the closet with us, my sorrow, fear, and regret no longer felt overwhelming. The ache in my chest eased, allowing me to breathe easier. “Am I interrupting something?” I jerked from Drake’s touch and cringed, knowing Liam would see it as a sign of guilt and believe there was something between Drake and me. “Do you knock?” Drake asked, dropping his hand. “Not when she sounds distressed.” Liam’s voice thundered behind me, the lights in my room flickering ominously.
