Denise didn’t respond immediately.
Liam’s words hung in the room like something unfinished.
You make it hard for me to stay what I am.
She should have focused on the “werewolf” part.
She should have panicked more.
But instead—
her mind kept circling that sentence.
Because it sounded less like danger…
and more like struggle.
Denise finally spoke, voice quieter than before.
“So what you’re saying is… I’m the problem?”
Liam’s gaze flickered.
“No.”
A pause.
Then, more carefully:
“You’re the trigger.”
Denise frowned. “That sounds worse.”
“It is,” he admitted.
Silence settled again.
The mansion outside remained quiet now, but it wasn’t the same kind of quiet as before.
This one felt controlled.
Managed.
Like something had been locked back into place.
Denise crossed her arm
