I had just stepped out of Adrian’s building, the early morning air crisp against my cheeks, when a familiar voice cut through the hum of the street.
“So, it’s true.”
I froze mid-step, my stomach dropping. Liam was standing by the curb, hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, eyes fixed on me with an expression that was part disbelief, part accusation.
“Liam,” I started cautiously, “what are you doing here?”
He tilted his head, his gaze narrowing. “I could ask you the same. Did you spend the night with my dad?”
The bluntness of his words hit me like a slap. Heat flooded my face. “It’s… “It’s not like that,” I stammered. “There was an incident, and—”
He laughed, short and humourless. “An incident? That’s what you call it? You’re a student, Lucy. He’s supposed to protect you, not—" He bro
