Chapter 6

Liam

She was mine.

The truth burned through my chest like wildfire, slow and unforgiving. Anastasia, she was mine. And Alaria kept her from me for four goddamn years. She did not even mention that she was pregnant. She did not bring it up. It was as if this was a detail that she chose to ignore.

And I couldn’t decide who I was angrier at.

Her, for the lie. For the secret that she kept.

Or myself, for giving her every reason to keep it. For giving her a reason to think that she needed to hide it.

My footsteps thundered down the corridor, fists clenched, thoughts spinning so fast I barely noticed where I was going until I reached the east wing. She needed her break and I knew that I was to give her that, but it did not mean that I was not going to investigate on the matter.

Claire, however, was there waiting for me, her arms crossed over her chest as she raised an eyebrow, carrying the same attitude that she has been since I brought her