Liam’s POV

I squinted my eyes shut as the blinding morning sun pierced into my room.

“Rise and shine, sleepyhead,” a voice sang out, followed by the sound of curtains dragging open and ushering in even more light.

A lazy smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I murmured the name under my breath. “Aliya.”

“Your Snow White already left. It’s just me—Brooke,” she added, now standing over me.

I blinked until my vision cleared, and there she was, arms crossed tightly, wearing an expression I couldn’t quite place.

Rubbing the remnants of sleep from my eyes, I pushed myself up to sit against the headboard.

“Where’s Aliya?”...