The Calm Before the Storm
LISA’S POV
I didn’t sleep that night.
Liam stayed.
He didn’t leave my penthouse, but he didn’t crawl into my bed either.
He stood by the window, hours after the city lights had dimmed and the streets below turned ghostly quiet, his silhouette outlined by the soft hue of dawn crawling across the skyline.
I watched him from my couch, my knees pulled up to my chest, heart twisting in a thousand directions.
Love was never going to be enough for us.
But power?
Revenge?
That was something we understood.
That was something we could share.
Still, a part of me wanted more.
I wanted the kind of love that wasn’t built on scars and blood.
But wanting and having?
Two different things.
My phone buzzed again around 4 a.m.
Another anonymous message.
This one was
