Liam’s POV
I stood before the bathroom mirror, barely recognizing my own reflection. The restless night had taken its toll—my eyes were bloodshot, dark circles clinging beneath them like shadows of exhaustion. Ghost had been relentless, pacing and growling in my mind, making sleep impossible. And now, I was paying for it. My normally tousled waves were a tangled mess, sticking out in every direction from tossing and turning. If Lia didn’t let us back in her bed, I wasn’t sure I’d ever get a decent night’s sleep again. Just the thought of it was exhausting.
Shoving that unsettling notion aside, I splashed cold water on my face before tackling the knots in my hair with my fingers. Once presentable, I threw on a pair of gray sweatpants and a white T-shirt, then headed out. Logan and I had a
