Lyra
I was not surprised by Liam’s request.
Before, I would’ve gasped, cursed, or done something dramatic but I didn’t at all. I just smiled. The kind of smile you give when someone tells a joke that isn’t funny, the kind that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.
“You want me to stay by your side forever?”
I huffed. “Weren’t you just discussing wedding plans a few minutes ago?”
His jaw ticked.
“Crimson roses, final fitting and all the little details. I can remember them clearly. You’re getting married, Liam. Have you forgotten?”
No response. With his expression unreadable, Liam stepped back from me and leaned his weight against the desk.
Then, “Details,” he said slowly, “that’s what those things are. Nothing else. And nothing’s final until vows are exchanged.”
Nothing was final? Did h
