He warded your door the morning after the attack.” His expression clearly says I should know this. “I’m guessing he didn’t tell you?” “He what?” “He warded your door,” Liam says, quieter this time. “So only you can open it.” Shit. I don’t know how to feel about that. It’s more than slightly controlling, and way out of line, but also…sweet. “But if he’s the one who warded it, then he can get in, too, right?” “Well, yeah.”
