Liam didn't spare a single thought for what he'd done to Daryl just hours ago. Not the shattered fingers. Not the blood-curdling scream. Not even the mutilated body he'd left for the world to find. That chapter was over, buried in the night like a bad dream. His mind had moved on.
Instead, all his focus was now locked on one simple, deadly message that had popped up on his screen not long after sunrise:
"Get your ass over here!!!" – Lilith
That was it.
No explanation.
No emojis. No punctuation except for those three exclamation points, like gunshots at the end of a sentence.
He sighed quietly in the backseat of the cab, watching the city pass by. The streets were mostly quiet, with only early risers, joggers, and scattered delivery trucks giving the illusion of normalcy. But Liam's mind wasn't calm.
His heart wasn't racing, but it wasn't still either. He kept turning the possibilities over in his head like poker chips.
Was she going to talk about last night?
