I lifted a hand, cutting him off before he could say another word. "Don’t," I said, my voice sharp, unwavering. "Just don’t."
Liam’s lips pressed into a thin line, his jaw ticking, but he said nothing as I turned on my heel and walked away.
I didn’t look back.
I climbed the stairs, my fingers curling into fists at my sides. Every step felt heavier than the last, the weight of our conversation pressing down on me. My body ached with exhaustion, but my mind was still burning with the fire of last night’s confrontation.
I had drawn my line.
Now, I had to stand by it.
I moved through the motions of getting ready, slipping into a fitted turtleneck and jeans, tying my hair back into a sleek ponytail. The mirror reflected a version of me that looked calm, put together. But underneath, a sto
