The trees around the forest swayed, and it would have seemed, had one been standing there, that they whispered secrets to one another. The air was thick with tension but for the crunch of dry leaves beneath Sophie's boots, standing in a small clearing, arms across her chest, wearing her patience thin.
"Of course, he's late," she growled, for what felt like the hundredth time, consulting her watch. "Typical Liam, always the big entrance."
Anger and suspicion swirled in her head. The mind-blowing revelation from Silas that Liam was her cousin, the master behind it all. How could he not share such a huge thing with her? And more importantly, what was his motive?
A soft rustle behind her made her spin around, her heart pounding.
"Impatient, aren't we?" Liam's smooth voice cut thr
