Ava's POV
"That's your problem to sort out, Liam," I snapped, advancing on him, my boots thudding against the luxurious rug in his study. "I'm handling my role as healer, but don't forget you kidnapped me and forced me here!"
He smirked, swiveling his chair to face me, his blue eyes shining with that arrogant prick energy. "Not your issue? That's funny, given the deal we struck." His words cut sharp, like he was challenging me to push back.
Deal? I stared at him, a wicked, devilish spark in his eyes, the same one that used to make my legs weak before he completely wrecked me. "Oh, come on, don't act clueless, Ava!" he rumbled, stepping nearer to close the gap, his movements deliberate, predatory. "Your triplets—screw up, and they're as good as gone!"
"You're a disgusting bastard, Liam!
