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Cyra
I can’t help but stare at Liam as he stands at the end of the terrace, right where it changes into dunes. First, his back is straight, but as time passes, his shoulders slump and his body fills with tension. Whatever he’s talking about on the phone, it’s not good. It’s definitely not good.
Then Liam spins around and stalks over, his long strides taking him through the living room and into one of the side rooms. A room I haven’t checked out yet, much too busy with getting some food into me before exploring the rest of the house.
He comes out with the laptop, cursing under his breath. “They’re not doing this. They’re not going to get away with this. Not on my watch.” He looks up, thinking for a moment before he speaks again. “I’m gonna need some help. Who knows the numbers and em
