I thought we might talk. Or maybe... something else.
But Liam was out cold. His breathing had evened out into a soft, rhythmic snore that vibrated through the mattress.
I propped myself up on one elbow, watching him. He looked younger when he slept, the harsh lines of command smoothed away from his forehead. He looked like the boy who used to build pillow forts with me, not the Alpha who was plotting assassinations and wars.
He was exhausted. Between the training, the politics, and the constant vigilance, he was running on fumes.
When does it end? I wondered, tracing the line of his jaw with my eyes. When Adler is dead? When Dimitri is gone?
No. Because I was a Lycan. As long as I existed, there would be a target on my back. And by extension, on his.
Living in the shadows, always loo
