I turned and jabbed the elevator button. My head was starting to throb, a rhythmic pounding that matched the heartbeat in my ears.
"Sarah, wait—" Liam reached out and grabbed my hand, his fingers brushing against the skin of my wrist.
I jumped back as if I’d been burned. My heart lunged into my throat, a primal, electric jolt of fear racing through my nervous system. I didn't know why I moved; it was as if my muscles had made the decision before my brain could process the touch.
"I... I’m sorry," I stammered, clutching my purse to my chest. "I didn't mean to jump."
Liam stared at his hand, then back at me, his eyes widening with a horrifying realization. "Why are you apologizing?" he whispered, stepping into my space. "Sarah... has he hit you again?"
The world seemed to tilt. "Are you
