LIAM’S POVThe door clicked shut. For a second, the only sound was my own heartbeat. Then I felt it—the slick, waxy feel of Clara’s lipstick on my mouth. I wiped it away with the back of my hand, a smear of red on my skin.Maya was staring at me. She wasn’t crying. She looked pale, and her eyes were too bright. Like she was seeing a different person.“I’m sorry,” I said. The words felt useless. “I didn’t know she was going to do that.”“Did you want her to?” Maya’s voice was quiet, but it cut through the room.“No.” The answer came fast. It was the truth. But another truth sat underneath, one that made me feel sick. For a split second, when Clara’s lips touched mine, I hadn’t been thinking about Maya. I’d been thinking about power. The sheer, shocking power of a woman like that choosing me. It was a dizzying, dangerous thought, and it was gone as soon as it came. But it had been there.My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, a part of me hoping it was Daniel, a threat, somethin
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