Liam’s POV
“You’re frowning again,” Caleb said as he placed the cup on the table. “If that curse doesn’t kill you, your temper will.”
“Your presence alone is enough to hasten my death,” I retorted.
At the sound of someone's footsteps, I turned. Jane stepped inside quietly like she wasn’t sure she was welcome. Her hair was loosely tied back, a few strands falling on her face. She looked exactly like what Caleb would describe as a lost puppy who’d wandered into the wrong room.
Then her eyes met mine. Immediately, something in her changed. Her shoulders straightened and she lifted her chin. Whatever softness she had walked in with vanished behind the careful composure.
“Good morning,” she said politely.
Caleb’s eyes lit up in interest.
“Well, see who graces us with her presence,” he s
