Liam’s POV
I shove through the double doors of my home, heat boiling in my veins. Her words won’t stop replaying, cutting me deeper than I want to admit. Lila’s eyes, her voice, her hand clinging to him—clinging to Lior. Refusing me. Rejecting the life I offered.
I scoff, bitter. The confidence in her tone, the way she looked at me as though I no longer mattered. Does she really think Lior will give her a happy ending? What if he’s just like the others—taking pity, housing her for a moment, only to strip her down later? What if he ends up breaking her more than I ever did? What if he clips her wings instead of letting her fly?
I had made her leave because I didn’t want her tied to me. I didn’t want her life ruined when the truth about me came out. I thought pushing her away meant freedo
