Lucy's POV
“Lucy!!!”
Liam’s voice boomed; it crashed through the room like a damn wrecking ball and almost made me jump out of my skin.
I glanced up, heart pounding, and there he was, sprinting straight at me. Hair everywhere, like he’d gone to war with a pillow and lost. Wild eyes—haunted, as if he had seen some stuff lately and sleep hadn’t been part of it. His face was so pale and desperate that he appeared to have been haunted by a ghost or something, and his shirt was flapping out and completely unput-together. I was much more frightened by it than by his yelling.
“You—” he gasped, pointing a finger so close I flinched. “You slut. What have you done?”
“Liam, please, what are you talking about?” My voice cracked, but he cut me off with a roar. dishevelled
“What am I talking about
