H A I L E Y
The next morning, Emily looked like she hadn't slept a wink. Her eyes were red and puffy, and she had dark circles under her eyes. She sat down at the table across from me, her hands trembling.
"How are you doing?" I asked, my voice gentle.
"Terrible," she said, her voice shaking with emotion. "Liam came to see me last night."
"What?" I demanded, my heart sinking. "He was supposed to be asleep."
"He was," she said, a humorless laugh escaping her lips. "But he came down to the dungeon and he said..." She trailed off, unable to continue.
"He said what, Emily?" I pressed, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach.
"He said he was going to kill me," she choked out, her eyes filled with tears. "Mrs. King, I know he has a right to hate me. I know he has a right to want reveng
