Liam
I stormed out of Lyra’s room, the sting of her words still burning. My head was a storm — thoughts colliding, emotions spiraling — as I stalked down the hall to my room.
“Liam…”
I stopped walking. Whatever did he want now?
“You know what I want. In fact, you know who I want to talk about.”
I ground my teeth. Of course I knew. He wanted to talk about her. He never liked it when we fought, and I could only wonder how the scolding would go. Would he growl in my head? Pace restlessly, refusing to settle until I shut him down? Or would he launch into one of his endless talking sprees?
I got the last part right because he began to talk not long after.
“She wants you to believe her, Liam,” he started, his tone almost gentle, like he was trying to coax me. That was unexpected. “You kno
