LIAM'S POV
When I got home yesterday around two in the morning, Mira was gone. I shouldn't have shouted at her. If it had been anyone else, they wouldn't have lived to see another day. Amelia was driving me crazy. I should have left this damn city and gone back to my base, but I couldn't leave her here. The urge and passion to take her everywhere I went had overwhelmed me, and even though I wanted to leave, I couldn't leave her with her evil father.
I often wondered what Amelia would be like if she weren't forced to be what she was to her father. Her resilient and seemingly "evil" facade towards her father and step-relatives always made me question her true self. I knew that deep down, she was nothing but an angel, but I couldn't be sure what characteristics lay beneath that deepest laye
