LIAM’S P.O.V.
The door slammed behind me, the echo rattling through the chamber like thunder.
Marla was still there. Draped against the pillows like some queen waiting for her subject to return. That smug little smile played at her lips, the kind that made my hands itch to wipe it clean off her face.
She didn’t even flinch.
“You came back,” she said softly, voice dripping with sweetness that curdled in my ears.
Aragorn snarled so loud inside me I felt my bones shake. "Kill her. End this charade now."
I crossed the room in three strides, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her up. She gasped, the smirk faltering for the first time as I shoved her back against the headboard, my hand braced on her throat. Not choking, not yet. But close enough.
“Cut the act,” I growled, my face inches from h
