Liam was in the Crescent’s gym, taking his anger at himself out on a punching bag when Lily found him later that afternoon. With every punch of his fists, he saw the pain in Charlotte’s brown eyes— the pain that he had caused. He had just completed a hook that sent the bag soaring to the side when Lily stormed into the gym, her eyes narrowing into slits when she spotted him.
“Did you have plans with Charlotte last night?” Lily asked him accusingly as he steadied the punching bag.
His wince must have been answer enough because the look of fury that Lily sent him was scary enough to send trained warriors running.
“I specifically asked if you had plans,” she reminded him angrily.
“I thought you needed me more,” Liam explained with a defeated shrug. It wasn’t the entire truth, but he
