REED
I leaned against the doorway to Liana’s room, watching her sitting on the edge of the bed we’d hastily thrown together. The faint scent of lavender filled the air from the fresh sheets Malcolm had brought in earlier. She didn’t notice me standing there, too lost in her own world, her fingers tugging at the edge of the oversized shirt she wore—the same one Callum had tossed to her after she’d arrived, broken and bruised. Callum’s scent clung to it—woodsy, with a faint hint of cedar. It was strangely comforting, though it didn’t drown out the whirlwind in her mind.
Her mind was elsewhere, her gaze distant.
I knocked lightly on the frame. “Are you doing okay in there?”
She startled, her wide, stormy eyes meeting mine. For a second, I thought I saw tears glistening, but she blinked
