Liana's POV
I went back to work on Thursday.
Not because I was ready. Not because the tension had fully lifted or the guard had come down or the version of me that had survived the last five days had decided everything was fine now.
Because staying away longer would have looked like something.
And I had never once given them the satisfaction of looking like something.
Raphael hadn't offered to drive me. He'd just appeared at the door with his jacket on and his keys in his hand at the exact moment I was putting mine on, and when I raised an eyebrow he said simply, "I'll drop you," and that had been the end of the discussion.
We sat in comfortable quiet on the way. London doing its morning thing outside the windows. His hand finding mine at some point between Mayfair and the station, h
