Killian's POV
I caught sight of Liam standing right at my entrance, almost like he’d been waiting long before I arrived.
His posture gave him away, refusing to leave until he saw me. I stopped short, frowning.
“What are you doing here, Liam?” I asked, my tone low but steady.
He straightened, no hesitation in his reply. “Isla said you’re in despair. She begged me to try my best to make you smile.”
For a second, I almost laughed at the ridiculousness of it. Instead, my lips curved into something faint, a smile, though it carried no real vibes. “You don’t have to worry. It’s just something small. Nothing worth your concern.”
I stepped to move past him, but he caught my shoulder, holding me there. His grip wasn’t disrespectful, but firm enough to make his point.
“Liam,” I said, my voi
