Liam's POV
The moment the doors closed, he turned to her, unable to resist the urge any longer. Why was this strange woman making him feel all sorts of things? Was she really a witch? Was it William who told her about him? What was the relationship between them? He wondered, his mind pulled into a whirlpool of endless questions.
He wanted to know everything about her. Yet he didn't. He was scared of the things she would tell. He thought, jealously thinking about the way that she had confidently walked out of his enemy's house as if she owned the place. Jealousy was fast getting the better of him, in a way that he never imagined was possible.
"So where were we?" She asked, batting her long eyelashes at him.
