Katrina’s POVHe finally stopped pacing and turned to face me. His chest was rising and falling like he had been holding in too many emotions all at once. His silver eyes, usually so calm and cold, were now filled with something else—something deeper. Worry. Fear. Love?He took slow steps back toward me, each one measured like he was trying not to scare me. His tall figure blocked the light from the window, casting a shadow across the bed, but somehow I didn’t feel scared. I just felt seen.“I just want you safe, Kat,” he said quietly, his voice rough like it hurt him to say the words out loud. “I can’t protect you if I don’t know what’s going on.”My fingers moved on instinct, reaching out and searching for his hand. When I found it, I held on tight. His palm was warm and strong and familiar, and in that moment, I needed that comfort more than anything.“I know,” I said softly, looking down at our hands. “I’m sorry, Liam. I’ll tell you everything from now on. No more hiding, I promis
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