Elena paced tensely, her mind fixed on what had happened that evening. Her fear was heightened by the clear brilliance of the moon and the shadows around her.
Liam seemed large against the background as he emerged from the shadows. His face was unreadable, a mask of composure as he observed Elena and awaited her next move.
"You saw it, didn't you?" Elena's voice quivered a little, showing her internal conflict.
Liam slowly nodded. "Yes, I did see," he said in a measured tone. "Yet we were aware that this may occur. It's outlined in the strategy."
Elena stopped pacing and turned to look at him, her eyes full of rage and desperation. "It hurts more than I thought it would," she said sourly. "Seeing him with her, knowing he kissed her..."
"He kissed her because he had to," a firm-voiced
