Liam’s POV
Anger sat heavy in my chest, the kind that didn’t burn out fast. The kind that stayed. I paced the length of the living room.
Kylie Pregnant.
The word mocked me.
Kylie had always been careful. Calculated. And now suddenly there was a baby, and it wasn’t mine? I laughed once, sharp and hollow. Lies had always come easy to her, but this one insulted me.
I wanted control back. I needed it.
Seerah hovered near the doorway, watching me with that careful look she wore when she wanted something. She stepped closer, her voice soft, deliberate.
“You’re upset,” she said, as if it weren’t obvious. “Let me help.”
“I don’t need help,” I snapped.
She didn’t retreat. She never did. Instead, she reached for me, her fingers brushing my arm, slow, calming. “You don’t need to fight everyt
