Rylee's POV
“Oh, my poor baby,” I whispered as I hurried up the stairs. "I'm coming to get you.”
I was momentarily blind as I paid no attention to anyone or anything while juggling up the flight of stairs. I promise I will never forgive anyone if anything bad should happen to Liam. I had watched him face the legions after his life and career in a gentlemanly way, but it was high time I stepped in and saved the day.
"Ouch." A familiar voice whimpered when I bumped into her.
Her cry was so sharp that I snapped out of my head and swiftly turned to see who it was, and also with an apology on my lips.
“I'm so...” I trailed off on seeing it was Jasmine.
She was carrying a box that was clutched to her bosom. To be honest, she looked beyond moody... miserable was the word and it wasn't because I was trying to sound like a bitch, or make her seem bad.
“Hi.” I greeted awkwardly and slowed down my pace, unsure if I should just ignore her. She caught me by surprise and I didn't know how be
