Liam sat on the couch, his head in Elsa’s lap, his body still trembling from the weight of his sobs. He had never felt so vulnerable, so stripped of the anger and vengeance that had fueled him for so long. The pain of betrayal and the burden of his past mistakes bore down on him like an anchor, but for the first time in a long while, he wasn’t carrying it alone. Elsa’s fingers ran through his hair absentmindedly, her own emotions warring inside her. She was still angry at him for all that had happened, for the destruction he had brought into her life—but seeing him like this, so broken, stirred something deep within her.
“Liam,” she whispered, her voice softer now. “I need to know everything. No more secrets.”
Liam swallowed hard and sat up, wiping his tear-stained face with the back of
