He had kept her in his room to keep an eye on her round the clock, but now he wished he hadn’t. He needed the privacy of his room, he needed to think. Her story corroborated Liam’s own, so the boy couldn’t be lying, but someone was. The Shark paced the hallway in agitation. Damn whatever accursed thing had made him kidnap the girl in the first place. She was nothing but trouble. She was a liar, plotting against him with his enemies, and yet she still managed to retain the innocence in her eyes, to look at him so trustingly, her blue eyes seeking comfort from him like a...