I lowered my head, faking sadness.
It was a trick I had perfected over the years, and RoughCoin always fell for it.
From the corner of my eye, I saw him exhale a slow, resigned sigh.
Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, unlocking it with a casual flick of his thumb. Without a word, he dialed Liam's number and put the call on speaker, setting the phone down on the bed.
I let out a small breath of relief and stole a glance at the screen. The caller ID read "Ava's Friend."
A small smile crept onto my lips.
RoughCoin hadn’t even saved Liam's real name in his contacts.
I looked up at his face and mouthed a silent thank you.
He merely arched a brow, as if to say Don’t push your luck.
The call connected.
"Hello?" Liam's voice boomed from the speaker.
"Hey, Lia
