BIANCA'S POINT OF VIEW
I stormed out of Liam’s building like a woman possessed. Angry tears burned my eyes, and I didn’t even bother wiping them. Let them fall. Let them see. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything right now.
Except Liam.
Except how he looked me in the eye like I was nothing to him.
Because of her.
Seirra freaking Morgan.
I didn’t even bother to text Sabrina. I headed straight to her place. I knew she’d be home. She always was when drama brewed—and trust me, I brought a damn storm with me.
By the time I got to her door, I didn’t knock. I banged.
The door flung open and there she was—Sabrina Blake. Dressed in a silk robe, red claws glazed her boyfriend Rolland’s chest like she was drawing patterns on his skin.
She arched a brow, always composed, always sexy, a
