Aliya’s POV

I lifted my head from the steering wheel after sitting there for what felt like hours, almost waiting for the car to whisper an answer if I should drive through Liam’s gates and fight to get my man back, or turn around, head home, and celebrate with Bran.

I had parked just outside his gates, close enough to see lights flicker on and off in different rooms, but I hadn’t moved an inch.

What exactly was I going to say?

“Oh, Liam, our souls somehow tied the day we met in that bathroom, and now I can’t stand to watch you leave me?”

It sounded pathetic even as...