"Out of my way!" Liam shouted thrusting his knife at her.
Rory didn't move out of his way. She spread her legs to block his way. Without an ounce of fear, she stared at him.
She had the same feeling she got when she found him outside her room that night.
But this time, he appeared to be dangerous. She had a feeling that he would go to any extremes to leave. His eyes were filled with rage and hatred—the expression he never showed to her.
The exposed nerves on his neck and arms twitched as his hand holding the knife reached for her neck.
He was totally out of it and was in a rampaging mode. He didnt care who was standing in front of him.
What made you this mad, love?
Her heart bled for him.
She remembered getting into great trouble after helping him that night. And right now, he was swinging a knife at her to hurt her. But even then, she couldn't ignore him.
