Liam
He stopped in front of me and gave a short nod.
“Alpha Liam,”
Before he continued, I gauged his expression. His shoulders were stiff and he looked tense. Why?
“How is Lyra?”
“She’s stable for now.”
I frowned. “For now?”
His jaw suddenly ticked.
“Yes, for now. Unless you’d prefer I lie and say she’s fine?”
I frowned again. “What the hell does that mean?”
My words seemed to suddenly provoke him, and he became agitated.
“You tell me.” He scoffed. “You’re pretending you don’t know what’s wrong with her when you’re the reason she’s even here.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You were her mate. Her ex-husband. Whatever title you prefer. And you didn’t notice how sick she is?”
“She was out tonight, clubbing. She drank and vomited. What does that have to do with me?”
“It has
