SKYLAR I step into my apartment hallway, muscles aching from a double shift at the library, and what I see makes every ounce of exhaustion evaporate. Professional movers are carrying furniture through my living room, expensive leather chairs, a sleek glass coffee table, boxes labeled "FRAGILE" in red marker. And directing them all, standing in the middle of MY apartment like he owns the place, is Liam fcking Harrington. "What the hell is going on?" I drop my bag as my voice climbs several octaves. "Get out. All of you, get out fck right now." Liam turns to face me, infuriatingly calm, a slight smile playing at his lip. "Skylar, welcome home." "Welcome home? WELCOME HOME?" I'm practically screaming now, and I don't care. "This is MY apartment. You can't just, where is April?" "Careful where you step," one of the movers says, maneuvering a massive TV past me. "This sht is worth more than some cars." I ignore him, advancing on Liam with my fists clenched. "I am calling the c
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