Chapter 68: That Little Chaos.
Liam’s POV
The morning sunlight slipped in through the windows, warm and soft... mocking the tension so thick inside, you could slice it with a claw.
I didn’t move.
Didn’t even twitch.
My eyes drifted to the right... and met his.
Kian was already awake, sitting up against the headboard like he hadn’t slept a damn second. His jaw was locked, his arms crossed, and his stare?
All knives.
Not at El...no, not at the sleeping angel snuggled peacefully between us. But at me. Always me.
And honestly?
I didn’t care.
Because Eli...Elara... was sleeping soundly for the first time in days, her breath finally even, her fists no longer clenched like she was bracing for war. I know something was wrong with my little chaos but she's unwilling to tell me and I'm t
