"So, what's the deal between you and that guy?" Valerian asked as we sat in the waiting area, a chair apart.
Frankly, we hadn’t talked for minutes now, even after he insisted on driving us to the hospital just to wait for Silas to finish his report to the police. And Liam... poor Liam. I didn’t know what to think.
I figured Silas would be the one to handle the case—if there even was one. He hadn’t shared the story yet. All we knew was that Liam got into an accident just an hour ago.
And Valerian? He was sour.
"He just came by the door after twelve years of not seeing him. Just like you saw," I answered, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms. "He asked if we could talk."
"About what?" he asked, sticking his nose in further. I couldn’t blame him. Jealousy clung to his voice like
