Liv's POV

Standing there on the stairs, I felt my chest tighten. My fingers curled into the fabric of my bag as if that alone could anchor me. Kaelon’s steel gray eyes locked on mine, and for a moment, I felt utterly frozen.

His presence filled the air, heavy and commanding. My eyes betrayed me, slowly trailing down the length of him—the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his tailored shirt clung to his broad shoulders, and the undeniable authority in the way he stood.

I gulped, a quiet sound swallowed by the fast growing silence between us.

Damn it! I need to get the fuck out of here...