Chapter 25
The door opened before Callie could answer.
Liam didn't wait to be asked in. He never had. He stepped inside and pushed the door shut behind him with one hand, easy and slow, like he did it every night. Like this little storage room was his, and she was the guest.
He was holding a lamp. The light came up across his face.
He looked the same.
That was the first thing Callie thought, and it hurt more than she expected. Two years had gone by. Two years of cold water and thin soup and ice on the inside of the window. Her body had changed. Her face had changed. Her hair was gone.
But Liam looked exactly the same.
Tall and wide in the shoulders. Dark gold hair pushed back from his forehead. A strong jaw. Grey eyes, light and clear, like the sky right before snow. He was wearing
