Hannah paced the hallways of the mansion, her mind racing as she made her way to Liam’s chambers. She had been going back and forth in her head ever since Sophie had suggested the run outside the territory. She couldn’t keep it from him any longer. She had to tell Liam, even if the idea made her stomach twist with anxiety.
As she approached Liam’s chambers, the heavy wooden door loomed before her. Taking a deep breath, she knocked lightly before entering. The room was dimly lit by the warm glow of a fire crackling in the hearth, casting long shadows across the walls.
Liam sat in his chair, his back straight, a commanding presence radiating from him. He had the posture of a king—one who was used to ruling with strength and unwavering authority. His deep blue hair, which seemed to shimme
