My eyes were closed, but I was listening to the sound of the television, Shelly and Sophie whispering in their bedroom, Anton groaning as he looked for Samael and Gabriel, and Liam’s heartbeat.
He was sitting on the couch, and after Anton took Nina to the guestroom, Liam did not let me go. He sat at the edge of the sofa, reading reports from his tablet, while I leaned on his chest, resting Nathalie’s body as his arm imprisoned my body closer to him.
“Have you seen… Oh! I’m sorry,” Anton stopped when he thought I was sleeping.
I opened my eyes, and my eyebrows raised, asking him a silent question about who he was looking for.
Anton sat on the egg chair, looking tired as he leaned on the backrest. “Liam,” called Anton, causing Liam to flicker his eyes on him. “It’s Maya. She’s been a
