Chapter 55: Better Reasons
And then there were only two of them in the Sun Room.
Liam remained exactly where he was, his face still calm, but his eyes were filled with the need to murder someone. Preferably the human waste called George of Wrohan.
Arik, bastard that he was, looked entirely too at ease with that.
For a moment, neither spoke.
The room had changed with the others gone. The sunlight was still there, broad and expensive and curated into false peace, but without George's voice in it, the air felt less filthy.
Liam looked at Arik for one long second.
Then another.
Then said, "Did you actually ask for this, or is George hallucinating again?"
Arik did not answer immediately.
Which was, in Liam's opinion, already an answer.
