Liam’s furious shout pierced the air.
“Nina! Have you no heart? How could you make Mother cry like that?!”
His grip on my arm was so tight I could hear the bones creak. Pain shot through me; I clenched my brow tight.
The face before me—Liam’s face—was twisted with rage.
And for a brief moment, I remembered who he used to be.
Once, Liam had been the best brother.
He would drive away wolves who dared to tease me, pluck the sweetest fruit from thorny bushes, and even place the rarest gemstones in my palm—just to see me smile.
Back then, Liam had been my hero—strong, gentle, invincible.
But ever since Lily returned, everything changed.
That brother I admired disappeared.
All that remained was a man who lashed out blindly, who shouted and blamed.
Just like now.
“Liam, what are you d
