The lack of boundaries.
The f*****g entitlement.
Maybe I really should call him and tell him exactly where he could shove his trip.
Liam took the phone from me very gently.
That was the worst part.
The gentleness.
He did not snatch it. Did not crush it. Did not growl in my face like I belonged to him more than I belonged to myself.
He simply took it, read the message once, and went still in a way that made my wolf lift her head.
Cerberus pushed through the bond.
A low, black presence at Liam’s back, all teeth and patience.
“He planned a honeymoon, basically,” Liam said.
His voice was calm.
Too calm.
I swallowed. “Looks like it.”
“With you.”
“Looks like that too.”
His eyes lifted to mine.
The hallway lights flickered once, probably because the universe was dramatic and had
