Zaria cast him a glance. He was the last person she wanted to discuss such matters with. To be exact, it would have been better if it was never mentioned. She took a deep breath. "Do you really want to know?"
"I wouldn't have asked otherwise." He gave her a meaningful stare. He was waiting for her answer and the only way to end this conversation was to tell him what he wanted to know.
She let out an audible breath. "Because both of you turned out to be different from what I'd perceived."
"I don't understand." If it was because of something that was yet another similarity between him and Desmond, shouldn't it mean that he still had an equal chance?
She glared at him for pretending to be brain dead. "You were friendly, Liam. I'll give you that. You were a good man."
He didn't dare to rejoice. Her words sounded like a compliment, but from her tone, he knew that there was a giant 'but' coming.
