“Do you ever care about anything, Liam?” I blurted, my voice sharp and accusatory.
He tilted his head slightly, his eyes lazily meeting mine. “What are you on about now?”
I crossed my arms, standing over him like I could somehow force him to feel something—anything.
“Luna. She’s married, yet she’s here in the middle of the night asking for your help. Don’t you think that’s strange?”
His lips curved into a faint smirk, though there was no humor in it. “Luna’s always been… needy. You know that.”
“Needy?” I repeated, my voice rising.
“That’s your excuse?”
He sighed, sitting up slowly. The motion was unhurried, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world while I was ready to explode.
“You’re overthinking this, Ava. She probably needed help with something trivial. I didn’t even
