Liam's POV
I stood in front of my blue Ferrari, the morning wind brushing across the paint like it was mocking me, mocking how much I was leaving behind.
My chest burned, but I forced it down. Tears had gathered, sitting like stones in my eyes and in my gut, but I refused to let them fall.
A man learns to cage his pain where no one can see it. My cage was strong, but God, it rattled.
“I hope we meet again, Beta Liam. I hope life treats you better in the next phase.”
Gamma Rourke tried to encourage me. He stood there, old and weathered, with that permanent frown that looked carved into his face. He must have felt pitiful for me, I would have felt the same if he was me.
I almost laughed. This old man should be happy. With me gone, maybe Killian would finally see him, maybe even name
