Samantha:
"What do you mean by 'I hurt Phiona?'" Liam narrowed his eyes. Something about Samantha's startled and paling complexion seemed to set him on edge. He was no longer playful, nor sounded confused or hurt. He was mad.
Samantha clamped her lips shut. She wasn't going to say any more on the subject; she had already said too much. A shake of her head followed her pursed lips, which appeared to be the wrong answer because she could hear Liam's teeth ground together.
Panic gripped her and all she could do was watch from her spot on the floor as Liam took a step toward her.
But he faltered at the sight of her. It was enough for Samantha to realize how foolish she was being. She had no reason to be afraid. He wasn't going to harm her. He couldn't, at least not there.
Samantha stood up, refusing to be intimidated.
"Why do you want to know? You're my trainer and she has a mate."
