Lior’s POV
The moment I step into the hall, my breath stills in my chest. My eyes sweep over the crowd until they find her—and I freeze.
Lila.
Her hair is disheveled, her face pale, her whole frame trembling like she’s been dragged through fire. And Liam—his hand wrapped around her arm as though she belongs to him.
Rage surges through me, sharp and blinding. Did he do this to her? Did he put her in this state? If he had a hand in it, I swear I’ll never forgive him.
I start toward them, every step heavier, my anger pulsing like a war drum. The whispers rising in the room barely reach me. Nothing matters but getting her away from him.
Then, out of nowhere, a body collides into me, halting my stride. Small but firm, arms clinging around me. I look down—and freeze.
Aurelia.
Even after
