"What happened, son?" Dominic asked, his voice dangerously quiet.
Liam looked from me to his father, unable to hide the frown in his face. "I don’t know, dad. Mom is just being paranoid, she has been paranoid ever since Emily came over for dinner."
I didn't understand. Why would he lie? And why would there be no mark? I could have sworn I smelled a fresh wound, a deep puncture that could only come from one thing. But there was nothing. Just smooth, unbroken skin.
"You know that’s not true, Liam. I’m not being paranoid, and I definitely have nothing against Emily, but you know our rules. No werewolf blood for vampires. It’s the one thing we agreed on when we signed the treaty," Dominic reminded.
A muscle in Liam’s jaw twitched. "I know the rules, mom. I didn't break them."
"Liam..." I
