Denise stared at him.
“From you,” she repeated slowly. “What does that even mean?”
Liam didn’t answer immediately.
Instead, he turned away and walked toward the window, as if the act of looking outside gave him something to control.
When he spoke again, his voice was quieter.
“Among my kind,” he said, “territory is not land.”
Denise frowned. “Then what is it?”
A pause.
“Attention,” Liam replied.
That didn’t make it clearer.
It made it worse.
Denise stepped forward slightly. “So you’re saying… they’re targeting me because you’re paying attention to me?”
Liam’s jaw tightened.
“Yes.”
Silence.
Denise exhaled sharply, running a hand through her hair. “That’s insane.”
“It’s real,” he corrected.
She looked at him sharply. “So what now? I just live locked in your house forever bec
