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Wrapping my arm around her waist, I direct her towards my car with the intention of getting her home.

That idea’s shot to shit the second I start the engine.

“Can you take me back to the flat, please?”

“What? Why?”

“I’ve still got a few things there I’d like to collect. If it’s okay?” she adds, clearly sensing my unease.

“You’ll have five minutes.”

“That’s fine, thank you.”

The drive to her old flat is in silence. She must know she’s really testing my patience right now.

I pull back up to the shitty old building and blow out a long breath as Liv hesitates to get out of the car.

“You don’t have to do this. It’s just stuff, Liv. You can get more.”

“It’s not just stuff. You can wait here if you like. I’ll just be a minute.”

“No fucking way.”

I follow her up and then stand in the hallway and wait while she rummages about a bit, filling a bag.

“Done?”

“Yes.”

“Fantastic. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

The bruise on her face is getting darker by the second, and she looks like she’s about to collapse with exhaustion.

Taking the half-empty bag from her hand, I guide her back out to my car. She glances over to hers at the other side of the car park but she doesn’t say anything as I open the door for her. “We’ll sort that out later,” I say, but all she does is nod as I lean in to help her with the seatbelt.

I expected her to fall asleep immediately but, to my surprise, she sits staring out the window for a lot longer than I was expecting.

“Turn around,” she demands.

“What?”

“Turn the car around.”

“No fucking chance.”

“Liam, please. I need to go back. There’s something I have to do.”

“I’m taking you home.”

“Then I’ll just come back on my own.”

I know she’s playing me to get what she wants, but fuck if it doesn’t work.

“Fine. Where are we going?”

“Just turn around and drive. I’ll direct you.”

The tension in the car is heavy as we head back into the city. I was already fighting my anger over what she’d done, but now I’m about two seconds away from exploding. My hands shake where I hold the wheel with a death grip.