“Open the door, Liam.”The knock wasn’t loud, but it carried weight—controlled, deliberate, the kind that didn’t ask permission.Liam stood frozen in the hallway for a second too long before Devano appeared beside him, eyes wary. “Who is it?”Liam swallowed. “Go to your room.”“Dad—”“Please.”Devano hesitated, then retreated, glancing back once before disappearing down the hall.Liam exhaled and opened the door.His father stood on the porch, posture rigid, jaw set. His mother was beside him, arms crossed, eyes sharp with restrained fury.“So,” his mother said coldly, stepping inside without waiting. “This is where you’ve been hiding.”“I’m not hiding,” Liam replied, closing the door behind them. “I’m living.”His father scoffed. “Living? Or ruining your life?”Liam met his gaze. “Why are you here?”“To stop you,” his mother snapped. “Before you throw everything away for a woman who brings nothing but chaos.”Liam’s hands curled into fists. “Don’t talk about Elara like that.”His mot
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