BELLE

“You’re terrible at Go Fish,” Liam told me. “Seriously, I’ve played toddlers better than you.”

Throwing my cards down on the coffee table in front of me, I dropped my head to my knees with a groan.

Grayson had left several hours before, leaving me alone with Liam, who wouldn’t let me out of my apartment no matter how many times I threatened to kill him, his family, and his future children.

It was absolutely infuriating.

“Might as well stop trying, Belle,” Liam had said the fifth time he had pinned me against a wall after trying to sneak past him when he wasn’t looking and make a mad...