e was on me, but I only saw him. "You talk about justice, about my father's supposed sins, but l

of the man who had once winced when I accidentally cut my finger. But it vanished as quickly as it a

now the first thing about it. The Liam I loved would never do this. He wouldn't deli

barely felt it. "You used to give me these. You told me they represented your hear

ing to reach him, to find any sliver of the man I

speration. "Let me go. Let me go, and I'll disappear. You'll

e watched me, his gaze intense, as I held the thorny stem of the rose.

to do. If I couldn't have f

ou won't let me go, Liam," I said, my voice eerily calm, "then I'll go myself. And

altered, replaced by a flicker of alarm. But

from him, a raw, guttu

g the distance between us in two long strides. His hands clamped down on my wrist, his grip like stee

For the first time all night, I saw something other t

relief that flooded thr

me in a possessive grip. He turned to face the stunned audience, h

e announced, his voice t

his power. He hadn't saved me out of compassion, he had saved me because I was his p

ath hot against my skin. "You think you can escape me tha

try a stunt like that again, I will personally pull the plug on yo

tethered my life to my mother's, trapping me in a cage of m