Page 131 of The Savior

He’d had enough. He wanted to move on with his life, and he’d been able to in every way except one. Sorenson dangled Julia’s killer like a juicy slab of meat while promising more harm could come, and Liam couldn’t ignore the situation.

“Enough.” Westin cracked his knuckles. “The circumstances are farther reaching than you know.”

Of course they were. This clusterfuck was nothing but a shadowy cat-and-mouse game. “Which I’m sure no one will share.”

Westin frowned, then said, “Since you arrive, we’ve become aware of a wrinkle in our plan.”

Liam angled toward him. “Is it all smoothed out?”

“No.” Sorenson steepled her fingers. Her irritating bracelets clinked. “Let’s discuss your personal life.”

Liam paused, unprepared for the turn in conversation. “What would you like to know?”

“What haven’t you shared?”

“All right, cut the shit, Samantha.” Westin glared. “Chelsea Kilpatrick?”

His blood went cold. “What about her?”

“We didn’t anticipate you might have a new relationship.”

Hell, when Sorenson dragged him into their first meeting, he hadn’t either. Liam straightened his shoulders. “Don’t know how that’s possible when you’ve had eyes on me.”

“Not in the way you might realize,” Black said.

Liam glanced at him then to Westin. “What’s going on?”

Sorenson tapped her fingertips together. “We’re playing catch up late in the game—”

“My life is not a game,” Liam growled.

“Is it serious?” she asked, then flipped her wrist. “Or are you… blowing off steam?”

His molars sawed. “Yeah. It’s serious.”

“Shit,” Sorenson muttered.

“What does that mean?” Liam jerked from his chair. “Is she in danger?” Of course Chelsea would be in danger. He panicked.

Westin slapped his chest. “Sit.”

Liam jerked away.

“Sit,” Westin ordered.

Liam planted his fists onto the table. “Is Chelsea in danger—”

An alarm chimed and echoed around as though someone had struck crystal.

Both Westin and Black reacted subtly. Their jaws hardened, and their lips thinned. But it was Sorenson that put fear into Liam’s heart.

She cursed then stood and pointed a finger at him. “If we lost Pham because you don’t know how to classify your heart from your dick, I will make sure you don’t live to see your next birthday.”

Chelseawasin danger.

The three walked out just as they’d come in, and as many questions as Liam yelled, no answers came his way.

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