A loud knock echoed through the quiet house.
Liam barely had time to take a breath before the second knock came—this time, harder, faster, more urgent.
He already knew who it was before even reaching the door.
With a sigh, he grabbed the handle and pulled it open.
Amanda stood there, eyes burning with emotion. And the second the door swung wide enough, she stepped inside without hesitation—as if afraid he would shut it in her face if she didn't move fast enough.
The moment Liam closed the door behind her, she turned to face him, her hands clenched into fists at her sides, and then—
She exploded.
"It's because of me, isn't it?!" Her voice came out fast and frantic, words tumbling over each other. "You got yourself hurt because of me, didn't you?! You should have stayed out of this, Liam! Why do you always have to throw yourself into situations like this?!"
Liam barely held back a groan.
Instead, he raised a hand, stopping her mid-rant.
