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Chapter 57
Nerina's POV The drive home was quiet and the atmosphere stiff and uncomfortable. Liam and Roger had decided after we had lunch that it would be better for us to return to the packhouse for safety reasons. Now and again, Liam would take a peek at me, but he still didn't say a word to me. The black rings under his eyes had darkened by the minutes and I wondered if he was falling ill. Once we stopped at the pack house, Roger unpacked everything and Liam disappeared into the packhouse. "Don't worry about it," Roger said, picking up my small bag and sensing my silent panic, "he isn't angry at you, but at himself..." It might have comforted me to know he wasn't angry at me, but why was he upset with himself in the first place? "What happened?" I asked a moment later. Everything was pe
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