When Liam returned to the room, Phatima was still sitting on the bed, not looking at anything in particular, but she was thinking about everything.
Her time in the mansion before, during, and after the general. Her meeting Liam and being cared for by him. Her time rebuilding what she lost and the crazy prospect that she could’ve ended up somewhere much, much worse. That idea shook her the most.
She wanted to be honest about her feelings when it came to everything, knowing and accepting that nothing was promised.
So when Liam climbed back onto the bed, face looking fresh, hair combed, and smelling like mint, she told him that she actually was terrified of working at the brothel. She knew it was something that could potentially help her in the long run, but she wasn’t the type of girl th
