Lyra
Choosing to leave with Liam was not what I wanted.
I had seen the look of triumph on his face when I agreed to go with him, and I knew he thought I made that decision because I still loved him or because, in his egoistic mind, I trusted him.
No. Neither of those things had made me take his hand.
It was strategy.
I couldn’t risk pushing him and setting off any alarm bells. Not now. Not when my investigation was moving forward, and not when Caine was helping me in the shadows.
If staying close to Liam meant keeping his suspicions low and making sure he never harmed Caine, then that’s exactly what I would do.
All through the ride to the pack house and as we stepped out of the car, his grip on my hand never wavered. It was firm. Protective. Almost like a lifeline for him. I knew he
