Liana
“Don’t touch me,” I hiss as I step away from him.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he chuckles as if I lost my mind. “All I wanted was a hug.”
“I don’t care what you want,” I pull my shoulders back as I gain control over my fear. “I’m here to collect my things, nothing more.”
“Things?” He raises his eyebrows questioningly. “What things?”
“Cut the crap, Wyatt,” I lose my temper. “The sooner you let me in to collect my stuff, the sooner I can be out of here.”
“I own everything in this house,” his face distorts into anger as he takes a threatening step closer.
“Not my personal belongings that I acquired without you,” I say adamantly.
“Yeah, well, you abandoned it when you left me, so …”
“Excuse me, sir,” Drew steps up and cuts Wyatt off. “I am …”
“I know who you are,” Wyatt growls
