LIAM
The room was thick with tension, like the air before a storm. I sat at the head of the oak table, my fingers drumming a restless rhythm. Across from me, Nasir lounged in his chair, his posture deceptively relaxed.
He didn’t even try to mask his smug expression, and it grated on me. I hated how casual he was acting after what he had just done.
He put his hands on Trinity.
And he dares to act like he despises her. My brother could be quite hypocritical, it disgusted me.
Beside him, Xerxes looked like a bomb waiting to explode. His jaw was clenched so tightly I could see the veins bulging in his neck.
We were supposed to be discussing pack business, but my mind was elsewhere. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I’d seen earlier—Nasir kissing Trinity. The way his hands gripped her
