Liam
Lewis.
The name sounded bitter to my ears.
Of course, he would know where she is. And of course, it made sense that she would be to him. He was her childhood friend after all, the boy who had shadowed her steps, the one who had always hovered too close and was way too eager to please her. If she had escaped from the sea that night and was desperate to reach for anyone who wasn’t me… it would have been him.
“That bastard.” I cursed under my breath, but beneath my rage was something more painful.
How had I not thought of the bastard?
How had he escaped my thinking?
After Sophie, the next person I had considered was Caine, and I’d decided that if my interrogation yielded no result today, I’d look for him. But Lewis? He hadn’t crossed my mind. Not even once.
The sound of an ign
