*Elena's POV*The pizza was still warm.That was the thing I focused on when Andrea walked in — the warmth of the box on my lap, the comfortable weight of Liam beside me, the easy quiet of a room that had been perfectly fine approximately three seconds ago.And then the door opened.Andrea stood in the frame in a silk co-ord that probably cost more than most people's rent, one of her hand rested on the doorknob, her eyes moving across the room with the slow, deliberate sweep of someone taking inventory of something that bothered them.She looked at the pizza.She looked at the television.She looked at Liam.And then she looked at me."Elena." My name in her mouth was pleasant and light and completely loaded. "Could you give us a moment? I need to speak with Liam privately."I took a bite of my pizza.Chewed quietly and slowly. Then I swallowed.Liam said nothing beside me. I could feel him watching, still and quiet, waiting.A few weeks ago — maybe even a few days ago I would have
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