Liam’s POV 

I’d been pacing my study for hours, pretending to read a file I hadn’t turned a page on in twenty minutes. My head was a mess, but not because of business or my sister who may have gone completely crazy— it was her. Always her.

Aliya Van Alen was like a splinter under my skin. You try to ignore it, but every move, and every breath, reminds you it’s there, digging deeper, irritating the nerve until you either rip it out or let it fester until it drives you insane.

I’d been trying to give her space, trying to convince myself that if she hated me enough, she’d...